Ninepeaks

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?))

Kazukis white robe flowed with his movements, he looked around the tent, being mindful of his surroundings Kazuki kept his hands clasped in front of his chest, he looked down at the old lady, he didn't look at her with hostility, suspicion, he rubbed his clasped hands together slightly nodding, he spoke in a low tone but he spoke slowly. His normal form of speech is "Very well.."

Kazuki said sitting on the cushion, and he lowered his head "I do not like to speak of my past, but if it helps you achieve a goal then I will comply.."

Kazuki rubbed his clasped hands again, he continued "I am unsure of where I was born, but I know that I was raised in an orphanage that was also a church, i was taught the ways of how to observe the Eightfold Path to enlightenment... at the said orphanage I was raised to be a religious person, being taught various subjects about Hua-jiao and the Hou-zi prophet, Hualian, but when I failed to prove that I learned anything I was met with harsh punishment and my peers were no exception either.." Tears began to make their way down kazukis cheeks but they didn't run down all the way, He did not sob and his voice did not waver, Kazuki rubbed his clasped hands together and continued "We faced harsh punishment most of the time, even at our young ages, sorrowful.. oh so sorrowful, it was until the church was compromised by the warriors of the city, then we were taken to another orphanage, one with better circumstances than the church.. but by then I was the age of twenty-two and helped to look after the younger ones when I could since I could still not find a home for myself.. nor could I have gotten a job since there were not at the time that followed the Path.. while the townspeople did donate to the orphanage from time to time it was still not enough to support my younger self.. so i decided to leave the orphanage at twenty four to reduce the burden i weighted upon it and the workers" Kazuki nodded again, rubbing his clasped he raised his head to meet eyes with the old lady, bringing his hands down to his lap, the tears in his eyes were already faded, though his face was still tainted with sorrow "I went on for quite some time to spread the word of Hualian.. during this period i fell in love with a woman who was also religious.. at the age of twenty seven we got married and had a son together.. but after a while i found my wife becoming less religious.. and this was because she was seeing another man, i had found this out by the time our son was four years old.. of course i was devastated and when i confront her about it she argued.. and decided to leave me for said man.. she took our son aswell, regardless of these events my faith towards Hua-jiao and the Hou-zi prophet would not falter and that i would not stray from the Path, so i began to travel and preach the words of Hualian for two more years, i traveled the far lands and sailed the deep seas, until i ended up here in your humble shelter, I am Kazuki Ryomen and i do no ones bidding but Hua-jiaos.." 

Kazuki pushed himself onto his feet his kimono was stitched with two different materials of two different patterns, he had on black pants made from an unknown material, and the coat he wore on his shoulders was long, falling to the back of his calfs the material was made from sheep's wool. Kazuki clasped his hands together, lowering his head slightly, he rubbed them together, and afterward raising his head Kazuki spoke once more "That is my story. I do pray telling you the tails of my past helps you in whatever you seek out to accomplish"  Kazuki turned on his heel, his coat flowing with his movements as he stepped out of the tent.