Zenjiro comes from the town The high kingdom of Idunia, his mother was murderd in front of zenjiro when he was only 4. His dad raised him roughly, always telling him to be strong and mentaly abuse him sometimes. Zenjiro grew up to be a bit. . detached and not exactly happy. When he was 10 his dad died from unknown causes leading to Zenjiro moving in with his grandma, she was abusive too. Zenjiro never had friends or really was social and always detached. He moved around. By time he was 18 he became a traveler.
The traveller has just arrived in a small town. As they look around, their gaze is met with run down houses and shops. They duck into one of the shacks, illuminated by a series of candles suspended in the air. At the back of the small room, an old hag raises her head, “What brings you to this dingy town?" She begins, then pauses to study their face—”Ah, it’s you. I’ve been expecting you. Sit,” she gestures at a chair, “Where do you come from? What do you hope to make of yourself?”
he would look at the old lady, seemingly being pleasent and polite. He would sit down across from her at the chair. He says in a mostly polite tone. "I come from Neu Valdev, just a city. And i hope to make of myself a good traveler. Something in his tone seems to. . pleasent.
The old lady would raise an eyebrow, considering the person. But she says in a rough tone, while keeping her hands on the table. "Maybe be less polite and you might make yourself something, travelers arent supposed to be. . polite" She adds, her rough tone making it hard to really be nice.
He sighs, used to old ladys. He puts his hands on the table, useing his more rough tone. "Sure, if you want me to." He puts his hands on the table tapping his fingers.
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