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?))
"Who am I? thats a great question. I am a nobody. It is not important what my name is because it will fade like everything." You look around, turn around and gaze out of the tent. The smell reminds you of your past. "Well you see I was raised by a normal family. My parents were ordinary people and so am I. At a young age the world fanscinated me. The difference in culutre, language and politics got my attention." You turn to the old hag again. "I was lucky because I had the opportunity to study from teachers of my realm. But still, no answer could setisfy me, or could ever be answered correctly. So my answer to your question would not setisfy you either because simply i don't know who i am either. A wanderer, a preacher or maybe a teacher. All of these are neither certain nor the truth. So it becomes irrelevent who we are but rather who make our self to be. I strive for more knowlage. I want to wander the kindgdoms of this world, record their uniquness and write thesis and share the gained knowlage with the common people. It is my goal to establish a place of learning and understanding." You smile "So for now i am afraid this has to satisfy you, I am Sorry"
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