Nyx's parents were killed when he was 5 years old by orcs, witch made him have to try to survive all on his own in the forest for 2 years making him strong, fast and stealthy. Nyx doesn't remember where he came from or who his parents were so he doesn't know what he is, but he's 90% sure he's a wood elf. When he was 7 years old he found his way to Nevaehlen and decided to live there. Even though Nyx has a home he still likes to explore outside of the city. Nyx thinks he would be good to have a job as a spy or assassin since when he was younger he managed not to get spotted by nearby enemies or predators. Nyx wears a cloak so no one can see him because he doesn't know if people will accept him for being a outsider even though he thinks that he is a wood elf.
The traveler has just arrived in a small town. As they look around, their gaze is met with run down houses and shops. They duck into one of the shacks, illuminated by a series of candles suspended in the air. At the back of the small room, an old hag raises her head, “What brings you to this dingy town?" She begins, then pauses to study their face—”Ah, it’s you. I’ve been expecting you. Sit,” she gestures at a chair, “Where do you come from? What do you hope to make of yourself?”
"Expecting me? Sorry who are you?" Nyx looks around the room and sees the floating candles yet he approaches cautiously and sits on the chair. "Umm... I don't know where i come from. Also what is this place?" Nyx stares at the woman to try to figure out who she is.
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