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.”
- "Do you always expect builders here?"
after taking deep breath and experiencing truely disgusting smell of rotten wood Aaron Wisdomseeker looked again at old hag and said regretfully
- "Forget that I even asked.... Well have it your way, I owe you as much - a question for a question then"
He grabbed a chair and took a seat.
- "I am Aaron, some folk call me Wisdomseeker too, because I've been always curious about world, how people think and what is morality. My story starts in a small manor house near the Last Bridge where I lived and learned from my father how to govern land, haggle and pay taxes, but as I turned 14 I took great interests in philosophy and devoured every book that I came across, but I lack experience and the fate as we all know like to put you on many paths, some that even shouldn't be ever crossed. I was 20 when that cold night came, and noone was ready."
A heavy sight that Aaron made could be felt not only on your skin, but also in your bones.
- "Warg riders attacked our small patch of land, I still don't know why or from where they came from, but this day my father handed me sword and this parchment of paper"
The parchment landed on a table revealing that father sent him here to old hag to seek his path and start anew.
- "So after 3 years wandering around this land and working to afford futher journey as a builder - I am here, that all that matters thus I answered your question. Now... tell me about my path"
Old hag smiled as she whispered his fate, from the outside of the tent only one word was heard - "Rhosmark" . When she ceased to speak, Aaron left and the hag disappeared the next day with all her belongings, not a trace, nor memory was left of her.
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