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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?))

Sakuta's eyes darted around the tent taking only a few seconds to analyse the scenery, taking the condition of the run-down town into account he cautiously sat down without a proper response. His single eye staring back at the old lady Infront of him, the stare was quite intense, it was like he was staring at the ceiling or something above the old lady yet that wasn't the case. He was staring directly at her with a stern frown, making it clear he wasn't here to play games. Finally he broke the silence and decided to cut through the tension with his words. "You've been expecting me? i doubt if i ask what you meant by that  would you give me a straight forward answer?" He asked.

Sakuta finally replied, he paused and looked around for a bit eventually sighing, and replied further. “Once upon a time, there was a boy, mm.. Who lived far far from here, A normal village boy he was but had a dream of becoming a knight for his homeland's military, the boy succeeded and became one of the many pawns to his kingdom, as great as it was he became a knight a little too early, at the ripe age of nineteen the boy didn't get to experience much of life and he noticed that while on the verge of death in what would be his final war.. A big great war his homeland faced as they fought with a great unknown the boy was now a man, having turned thirty war was all he knew.. He’ll soon come to realize that when he barely escaped with his own life against a great foe, but would only be remembered as one measly soul in the thousands that had died in war. The End.” Sakuta shared features of an Adunian, being some of the rare who had natural brown eyes. His pale skin highlighted the scar that ran vertically down his blinded left eye and his silky black hair that seemed well taken care of.