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Tomas Cecelian 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 under chains the air. At the back of the tent, an old hag raises her head, “What brings you to this dingy town?

((How do you respond?))

Tomas looks at the woman; dirty clothes, rips from head to toe, flies pouncing around with the smell of Carcasses filling the hear. Tomas takes a step forwards and whispers, "I am here for the Lumber of these fine-old trees, I told the Ferryman that I was coming before hand, you should know of me, Tomas is thy's name."

She pauses to study your face—”Ah, it’s you. I’ve been expecting you. Sit,” she gestures at a cushion, “Tell me your story, the reason you want to come to this backwater town."

Tomas looks surprised and begins to tell his tale, "My Story ay, its simple and short, isn't very special either, it all started many moons ago, I, a simple young boy, born into the beautiful lands of Lorraine, a duchy south of the Capital of Man Kind, My Father, A Lumberjack, My mother, A Servant working at the Mayors House, what a peaceful life we lived," a tear flows down the left eye of Tomas's face, " I, who was an Apprentice Wood Cutter, was learning the way of the business with my father, when out of no-where, a group of Wild Raiders appeared, smoke started to fill the air, I could see fire reaching as high as the trees, screams were the only thing in my mind, when I heard it, my Father reaching out to me, pulling me away, We ran as fast as we could into the Forrest, all I could do was pray for my mother's safety, We reached an old abandoned Mineshaft, I had heard stories of it when I was younger, an underground labyrinth built by the ancient dwarven race, when I thought we were safe, we heard wolves barking, people sprinting, my father told me to run, run deep into the shaft, while I begged him to come with me, he told me to head towards  the neighbouring town and take shelter in the church, as I ran into the shaft, I shifted my head back one last time and saw my Father wielding his axe for his final breath, I didn't look back no more, as all went dark I heard at last a Scream in the distance behind me, and that was the last time I saw him, I prayed he was alive, I prayed that I would be safe, I prayed that our family would come together again, my head felt like it was exploding, my eyes had fallen shut, and when I opened them once again I found myself lying, in the sun, right-outside a mineshaft entrance. I looked forward and saw a Town, thriving with people, lines of horse-driven carts, I do not know what happened within that mine, but I find myself to believe it was the work of the Creator who helped me that day. I took shelter in the church, days turned into months, months in years, as time flew by, I turned 17, I took my belongings, said my goodbyes to the priests and headed out to the Town I had once lived in." 

The Old Hag looked at Tomas, almost with a touch of boredom on her face,  "Its almost done, please wait just a moment more", "once arriving at the town, all that was left was rubble, the once tall stone walls, felt empty, out of place, as I went to my old home,  it had fault like I had never left, no signs of change, I could only foresee the worst, after realising in my heart that there was little that I a peasant could do, I decided instead of wasting my life in grief, I should continue my Fathers Legacy, that's why I came here, the closest location to my old home."