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.”
"Hello- good evening, um... I am Hileian, I was just walking-... well, I'm from Healun'or" He says it with a polite and nervous smile while he sits down looking at the lady "Not exactly from there, I was born there, left it some time ago" he frowns slightly while saying it "Doing my own thing out here, wasn't really passionate about anything in the city, did a little bit of a lot of things, tried librarian, cook, herbalist... not like my parents had any dreams either, the other kids weren't so happy to be my friend back then too" he looks around while trying to think of something to say "um, I'm out here looking for something, couldn't stay with my parents forever and wait for something to fall on my lap"
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