Mircegg

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.”

Tyler's shoulder swayed as he made his way through the swampy, dim town. He kept a sense of protectiveness for himself, a heavy leather luggage hanging against his shoulder - as he swiftly entered inside the cabin; his eyes moved from left and right, checking the surroundings until he made everything was sure. He was a really cautious man.

"Well where do I start?" Tyler huffs, "I'm Tyler Briggs. I was born in a really busy town to a merchant family - obviously, this meant that we lived quite close to the port. Unlike other people - who lived a really peaceful childhood - I was expected to be wit - didn't even get to look around much and catch a breath until I had started training to become a soldier and protect my town - why you may ask? My mother, she died when I was 13. It took a toll on me, 'cause she was someone I valued, cherished, and loved." Briggs leaned back on the chair, reminiscing about his mother. "But all that aside, when I became a fresh man, 19 years, y'know?- That's when I started fighting real' wars, goin' on long expedition in the great ocean - those terrifying sleepless nights listening to the endless loud waves, the wood creaking in the ship, and the stench - oh the stench!" Briggs chuckled to himself, "Terrible." He slowly pulled closer, he had a sense of youngness in him, he still wanted to go out there and explore and make a big mark on people, "Hm, that's pretty much it - don't get ahead of yer'self, now." Briggs grinned.