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?))
Camus would keep his gaze on the hag, his head tilting slightly in confusion before slowly approaching and lowering himself to sit.
"Expecting someone like me? Hah, well, ain't that interesting." He would raise his arms up to his helm and remove it from his head. He would set his helmet down beside him before he would let out a huff.
"Well, you said something about my story. I don't mind sharing. I come from a land outside of Azuras. I was born in a small town, my father was a blacksmith, and my mother was a guard, and so it was obvious that I grew up surrounded by weapons and armour." He would pat his sheathed sword beside him as if the sword were his trusted ally. "I was taught how to make weapons and even use a sword, I wasn't the best at using it but I wasn't the worse, but I was never interested in becoming a smith or a guard. However, it just seemed like what my path in life was supposed to be. But as I grew older, I began to explore out of town a bit more. I got to see what the outside looked like. It was far more facinating then smithing or guarding a town." He would pause for a moment as he looked up for a moment to ponder before he would look back down. "Ah, I apologize, I was just reminiscing, let me continue. I deemed that by the time I turn 20. I will forge my own weapons and armour and get out of that town. Explore and find out the wonders of this world. Well, it's been about 3 years since then, and I still find enjoyment. From what I was told from others is that Azuras has some great things to find so I will eventually wandering around the land of Azuras and look upon how great the place it."
He would stretch his arms before he would put his arms on his lap and look at her in the eyes "So what's your story?"
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