mehnamejeff

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.”

((How do you respond?))

Meinfro would take a good look around the dimly lit tattered tent, before responding to the old woman; "H-How do you know of me?". He would quickly follow up with a witty joke, and nervously giggle. After a prolonged silence and a lack of a response from the ragged hag, He'd would take a seat. "Where to begin" he'd say, softly giggling once again. He'd adjust his seating posture and get comfortable. "My 'story' begins when I first gained consciousness. Nothing meaningful happened during my childhood. We lived in a small community near a city I don't recall the name of..." He'd take a pause and sigh, before continuing with the story: "Once I was about  10, a band of raiders pillaged our home. My father was one of the defenders that lost their lives fighting off their first attack. My mother hid me in one of the vine barrels that was empty, I was able to breathe due to its worn  out exterior. That's the last I remember of her, I remember the raiders spending late hours drinking all the vine, I was too afraid to leave for several days. One day one of them found me inside. Luckily, he had a kind heart. He gave me some food wrapped up in cloth and a dagger, then he distracted the others while I ran deeper into the woods." Meinfro's frown would turn into a smile as he'd take another short break before continuing: "After some time lost in the woods, I came upon a lone, old cottage built directly into a big cave in the mountain. Inside was a dwarf, who fed me, gave me clothes, and raised me for 5 years. In exchange I helped him around with his work. He was a smith, and a good one at that. I remember many clients visiting him from all over. He taught me plenty, but thought that I'd learn more if I found a teacher in a buzzling city. He gave me an old horse, some supplies, and directed me towards the nearest city." He'd scratch his head and look at the old lady; "That's where I'm headed right now. I was wondering if you had some maps on sale."