You’ve just arrived in a swampy, dim town. As you look around, your gaze is met with shacks and cabins. It smells of rotted wood and wet moss. You duck and step into a tattered tent, illuminated by a series of candles suspended in the air. At the back of the tent, an old hag raises her head, “What brings you to this dingy town? she begins, then pauses to study your face—”Ah, it’s you. I’ve been expecting you. Sit,” she gestures at a cushion, “Tell me your story.”
((How do you respond?))
For a moment, Winslow is silent, eyeing the old woman with a suspicious glare behind his cloak and scarf. He examines her carefully, before eventually moving closer and sitting down, never taking his eyes off her in a manner reminiscent of a wary animal. Eventually, once he is somewhat settled, he opens his mouth.
"Why should I tell you?" His voice is raspy, slightly worn from the long journey. He swallows, clearing his throat, before he finally looks away, the fatigue from being on his feet finally getting to him once he has sat down. He lets out a half-laugh.
"Listen to me, jumping at someone who has shown me nothing but kindness, my apologies," He quickly backed down, his guard seemed to lower. He was so tired.
"I suppose there's no harm in telling you about it, not that there's much to tell. I have no tales of exciting events or nobility-speckled ancestry. No, I am just the child of two farmers trying to carve out a place in the world," Winslow begins, he looks pained for a moment, remembering something.
"I was never part of that world of theirs. I was more for studying, less interested in working outside. Still, it hurts that they are gone - bandits killed them when I was sixteen. I have been little more than a vagabond picking up odd jobs ever since," He elaborated, sighing.
"That has slowly turned to picking up more thieves' jobs as I have become more desperate, but if I am put in jail then at least I will have the comfort of having a roof over my head - so it goes," He had a humorless smile behind his scarf. After a time, he rose once more.
"Well, I thank you for your company, but I'd best be off. I need to find a way to fill my empty stomach before I sleep. Goodnight," And with that, he left into the night once more
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