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.”
"I, uhh..." he looks at the floating candles, unfamiliar with this magic. It is unsettling, but he gather himself after a few moments. "I am Dessuri Emberheart. My blood is of commoner descent, and I had little exposure to the world outside my family's cave. My father always encouraged me to follow my dreams to become a blacksmith. He would gather materials for me to practice, even though our finances didn't leave much room for this. I left my home to refine my craft as a blacksmith, with hopes of learning from the forge Grandmaster. In time, I hope to be able to forge weapons and armor worthy of heroes and legends!" After explaining this, he realized how carried away and excited he became explaining his dreams for the future. It brings some mild embarrassment as his cheeks become slightly flush, hardly noticeable.
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