Kale, by birth, is a traveling Farfolk who was taken from his parents at a very early age outside of the region of Arcas and the realms; the event taking them from him being a raid by bandits whilst traveling. Kale’s parents refused to submit to said bandits and due to their stubbornness, were slain by a crowd of daggers. The bandits, having mercy for Kale due to him being so young, scooped him up over their shoulders and raised him up until the age of 18; where therein the bandits were subdued for their crimes in a raid by the local town they had just stolen from, and were promptly beheaded. Kale was able to slip past during the raid and has been on his own ever since.
Now standing at the crossroad in his life at the age of 22, Kale has decided to try and find solace in settling down in whatever city will have him. He has no experience in combat but wishes to eventually learn after so many years sitting by helplessly as a bystander to the events in his life. Kale’s motives are clear cut; find a place to call home and carve out a piece for himself.

Character Name: Kale Goldward
Character Race: Human
Character Gender: Male
Character Age: 22
Physical Description: Kale stands at 5'10 feet tall with lightly tan skin. He has dark green eyes and a small and faded knife scar in the middle of his right cheek.
Roleplay Scenario: The traveller has just arrived in a small town. As they look around, their gaze is met with run down houses and shops. They duck into one of the shacks, illuminated by a series of candles suspended in the air. At the back of the small room, an old hag raises her head, “What brings you to this dingy town?" She begins, then pauses to study their face—”Ah, it’s you. I’ve been expecting you. Sit,” she gestures at a chair, “Where do you come from? What do you hope to make of yourself?”
((How does your character respond? Please ensure your response is at least six sentences long, and uses at least two actions.))
Example: (delete this when you add your own)
"Oh, I just, uh…" The traveler stutters, tensing up. They eye the crone, then back outside the shack. For a moment, the air thickens with anticipation, until…
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