Rellis hails from a long-divided subculture tribe of Qalasheen, diminished to the point of being a small family, the Al-Ghazawi. Rellis' mother was a traveling merchant, always on the move, and they never had a hometown. They only ever had eachother, so Rellis' mother put extra effort into giving her child a proper education despite their limited options and sparked the desire for learning within Rellis at a young age.
Knowing they were the last of their family, Rellis' mother taught them that their traditions were important since no one else practiced them anymore. To this day Rellis remains dedicated to this request, so they are almost always seen wear full traditional garb, including a wooden mask designed to protect one's eyes and mouth from sandstorms. They also are strictly vegetarian and engage in ritualistic incense burning rather than smoking, but otherwise their faith and traditions are rather in line with typical Qalasheen (fasting, menaphos, etc).
However, the longer Rellis stayed with their aging mother, the more painful it became to watch the literal slow-paced end of their subculture, and the only person they ever had there for them. At age 19, Rellis made the difficult decision to go out and find themself, what it really meant to live. They left the desert region their travels centered around, leaving only a note for their mother before they left, going further north than they ever had. Their travel brought them to strange lands, and they collected a few skills in this time such as farming, crafting, and basic soldier work.
It has now been 4 years since Rellis began traveling. They are young and still discovering themself and their place in the world, while simultaneously avoiding their problems in the most Rellis way that they can. Hopefully they don't get into too much trouble...
Read the scenario below this box and type out inside of this box how your character might respond. You must show an understanding of quoted dialogue and exposition throughout the scenario.
Rellis pauses at the gentleman's arrival, seemingly annoyed at being interrupted, but their tone is light behind their mask. "Depends," They hum, tilting their head at the man. "Who's asking?"
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