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.”
"Well, I'll tell you it's a long one." Brythan says as he stares out into the dark. " but I guess I should start at the beginning, I was born in Norland where I lived for most of my life, I had 3 childhood friends although we've all gone our separate ways, their names are Bren, Tolga, and Jerlia. " Brythan said as he took a sip from his flask " I grew up with my mother and father as a only child , When I was 10 my father unfortunately passed due to illness, so for as long as I could I helped my mother with work and whatever she needed, eventually though I decided I wanted to learn how to fight and travel as wished to see the world from my own eyes." Brythan said as he ran his hands across his beard. "My views on the world? well I guess I would say there's to much fighting were all just people trying to survive, maybe it because I'm naive or maybe because I'm optimistic I don't really know, but until there's peace and people can walk without the threat of death looming over their heads I'll keep fighting and traveling the world because i guess at my core I just want to help as many as I can before I go on to the next great adventure." Brythan said as he takes another sip form his flask " well there you have it that's my story."
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