Your character has just arrived in a swampy, dim town. As they look around, their gaze is met with shacks and cabins. It smells of rotted wood and wet moss. They 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?))
The air in the tent would hang thick, with the vauge smell of upturned soil after rain shed. Kiro's eyes would still be adjusting from the sunny light from the sun, whilst his gaze traced the flickering candlight that was around the walls of the tent. "Kira Vique, and I had lived in the woods before I moved into the slums of Grense. I came to seek opportunity, it was the closest city to us." He hesitated for a moment, to gather his thoughts. "Life in the outer woods wasn't so kind to my poor family. We were always scraping by, even as a child, I was drawn to stories about swordsman. I wish to become one of the strongest swordmen in the world. and to make a name for myself, maybe into mercernary work, or become a knight. But..." a faint smile touches his lips. "I must find where to start. I am lost, but ambitous, I will succeed in my journey."
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