koszmo

Your character 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 your face—”Ah, it’s you. I’ve been expecting you. Sit,” she gestures at a cushion, “Tell me your story.”

((How do you respond?))

The small goblin looks her up and down with a smirk, lips about to spout a careless chuckle before suddenly stoping, tensing. "I'm not usually an orator, but thers nothing better to do" he says softly before taking a pause to process his own story, like he doesnt know it himself "Im Snvirff, a goblin as you could of guessed. Im not all to special I suppose." His tone non-chalant, without a sense of pride to stroke his ego. "I travel, and i frequent sketchy towns like this all the time, only because its cheap" whilst a truth, the young goblin couldnt really tell a lie, he was covering his ture intention behind his stays stained with this god awful stench and atmosphere, before abruptly sparking once more "I like being different, most goblins may cower the sky, but i live for to reach clouds... i chase dreams... thats my story humble hag" his mannerisms more truthful then before, this topic being sparked by nothing other then a drive Snvirff could not contain.. "You look bored, do you want more? Fine... I am a nomad, it's how ive lived since birth, my family escaping war after our family farm had been destroyed, and never finding a place to be the same... it was ruthless, having no friends and all that all my life" Demeanour sliding into remorse as he continues his tangent. "I dont thnik i've even ever returned to the orc homelands come to think of it... thats the real me, a loner goblin path finder looking for a purpose, perhaps a friend or two... Hell even imaging a new farm one day is something"