Ilao Xio 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 his mask—”Ah, it’s you. I’ve been expecting you. Sit,” she gestures at a cushion, “Tell me your story.”
((How do you respond?))
"Do we... know eachother?"- He asks confused and slightly irrated as he only came to the village to find a supposed old relique, and was not planing on waisting his time to talk with an old hag. "Pardon, but i have no time for a talk, I only came here for a one thing, and one thing only, and I'm not planning on waisting my time on you." He tells her rudely, not planing on talking to her, unless... "But for a second thought, do you know anywhere where I could find your local pastor, I need to have a little 'chat' with him."
Backstory-
He lives in a small village of high elfs, and working at a small library that mostly focused on history books. He was always intrested in old artifacts/magic, trying to find a way to any books, scrolls or even letters that at least say something about it. That's one of the reasons why he left his old town, leaving his family behind in presuit of power and knowlage. Why did he leave his old town? Well he didn't want any part of Fedualism geting in his buisness, and in a small town it's much easier to hide from them.
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