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?))
Kynan sits down and leans forward and stares into the eyes of the old hag in front of him, with hesitation to inform her of his life-story in worry of releasing his secrets. However, Kynan gets persuaded to. Kynan whispers in attempt to keep his identity a secret.
"As you may or may not know, my name is Kynan, I am 18 years of age. I have been described as a isolated person due to my lack of trust in the world we live in. I stick to my family and the few companions I have while being in this land. I'm currently staying with a friend who goes by the name of Siofra Adiler who is in the house of Paravel. I'm looking for a good living in these land for as long as my stay may last. As you can see I lost my right leg in an accident 6 years ago due to an murderous Orc, however I do not let it get in the way in my path to bring glory to my family. The family I speak of are in a far away land from Aevos, my mother and 2 brothers await my return someday. I hope to return with the glory that my father had lost. Anyhow, why should it matter to thee?"
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