McMurphy

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?))
 

He steps into the tent, his cloak draped comfortably around his shoulders. The first thing Solomon sees is the collection of floating candles. The warm glow was welcome in comparison to the humid and damp warmth outside. The previously mentioned cloak helped keep him dry, and he shed the thick cloth as he sat on the cushion. The crone's words unnerve him as he's told that she knows him. His young, clean shaven face is bright, almost innocent as he prepares to go into his life's story, with what little experience he had. "Hello," He greets the old woman warmly, despite his obvious tenseness. "-my name is Solomon Saint-Clair. I'm of the High Kingdom of Idunia." His words are softspoken and gentle, but filled with a kind of firmness and conviction. "Following my 16th winter, I undertook a trial of profession in aspiration to become one of the Númenedan. The profession I chose was that of the warrior. For the years that followed, I've honed my skills with a longsword well enough in preparation for the day I can prove my valor in battle."
 

"It's my hope that I can earn my place in this kingdom, so that I may earn my knighthood and pledge myself to one of the Adunic Noble Houses." There's an eagerness and earnestness in his words, telling of how long this goal has plagued his mind. He soon realizes how urgent his words sound, and he explains. "I don't seek titles for their recognition. All I wish is to prove my worth through action. That is where I want to be recognized. Where I want to be validated. My family is of low birth and renown, but they have as much faith in my goal as I do. My mother, my father, and my two younger brothers. It's for this reason I'm dedicated. I'm in search of purpose."
 

His words are long-winded, but they're true. He answers her question more directly. "I've come to this town to further that path. To become a Knight, to own a home, to find companionship. I want my honor to remain intact in my venture, and I want for those who come after to me to look proudly on my works. I want to be a good man."