PhonenixParrot

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.”

*stares at her and then smirks* "you could at least offer me a refreshment or even better a meal" *waits for response* "well thankyou, *he smirks bringing the cup of brown liquid to his mouth and taking a sip* "My story is what you want then you shall get it" *takes a long sigh before beginning*

"Well I grew up in small village, with my father and mother both of whom where local merchants selling cloth and fine jewels, which had made them quite wealthy, as us Mali'ker have a great interest in fashion and arts so their business made us wealthy enough to be respected members and patrons on the community and many small businesses" * sighs* "that was until I turned about 19, I am now 21 years of age for reference, we lost everything as a waring party came through and took everything from me including my mother and father, so there I was lost to the world and without a gold coin to my name. *places the chalice down on the nearest clean surface* That was until I moved to the principality of Nor'Asath where I devoted my life to being a member of the clergy of Maehr and that I where I still am" * yawns* "Well I must be off to find a place to stay I am sure the local inn would accept me *Smirks* I shall be back in the morning so do not fret"