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?))
*"I *was* going to inquire about a nearby bakery, but... I guess a small detour wouldn't hurt?"* Cassian thought, as he skeptically gazed at the haggared woman.
"You won't try to rob me, will you?" He gave an awkward chuckle as he rest a hand on his hip. Huh, the hag gave no answer, so he thought the best course of action was to sit down and do as she said.
"Fine... But I have to arrive home before nightfall, okay?" He'd crossed his legs and breathed out. "My story, huh... Well! I come from a family of Cave Dwarves, you see... far, far away from here. My parents deemed themselves too "cowardly" and "weak" to raise a child, therefore they left me at the powerful Dwarves' doorstep. Or, at least that's what they tell me..." Cassian's eyebrows curled.
"I love them, I do. It's just... I feel like they may have a vendetta against me or something, y'know? And it's not in the way you may think. They accept me as one of their own, but the Human race - or any other, really... is the one they don't necessarily favor." Cassian would strach his chin underneath his face covering.
"But that's too solemn of a topic, isn't it? So, I shall speak to you about my job." His eyes lit up and posture straightened.
"You see, the Dwarves don't go out much. At least my own family. They're too huddled up in tireless work and achieving the next sparkly gem. So, I'm their errand boy! I travel town to town, gathering food, materials and medicine for their use. But when I am not doing that, I reside deep inside of the mines, mining away beside them. Not that bad of a life, huh?" Cassian noticed that the
hag kept her gaze fixated on him, as if she would be enlightened to know more. He'd sigh.
"...Fine. One more bit of information and then I *must* leave!" Cassian took a second to think.
"Travelling is the activity I look forward to most. Rather than just clearing out the dust from deep inside of my lungs, the clean air fills up my heart and soul, too. I love the blue skies, the green grass and the bustling of outdoor towns. What upsets me most is that... I can never stay to enjoy it for longer than needed." The air is thick with a deafening silence, as Cassian simply stares at the ground before him. Suddenly, he stands up and makes his way towards the tent's exit.
"...That was about it. But next time, make sure to toss me a coin or two in exchange, hm? I don't do anything for free. Farewell!" A cloth covered smile made Cassian's eyes almost fully close as he waved goodbye to the stranger.
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