Raius

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?))

"Expecting me?" I look down at myself and then back at the hag. "I stumbled across this place not to long ago, my travels brought me here.." I looked down again "I left my settlement a few months ago. I am looking to gather myself, find new friends and a place to call a new home." I look around the tent still trying to gather my words. "I hope to one day find it, somewhere where I can put my skills to good use" I felt a bit more of my confidence come back, from the long travel that was behind me. "I am not looking for riches, but I am looking to make a name for myself. Whether it will be fighting under a banner, or helping those win those battles with the tools I made for them."