Born deep underground among other goblins, he was always considered a bit “off.” While others focused on survival and structure, he was more interested in shiny objects, strange sounds, and anything unusual. Over time, he drifted away from his tribe, wandering into the surface world out of curiosity.
He never really adapted in a normal way. Instead, he became a wandering goblin, collecting random items he finds interesting and observing the world from odd little hiding spots. He doesn’t remember most of his past clearly, and honestly doesn’t care to. The surface is just full of new things to discover.
The traveller 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?”
((How does your character respond? Please ensure your response is at least six sentences long, and uses at least two actions.))
“Noggle doesn’t really come from anywhere… just kinda ended up places,” while fidgeting with something in his pocket. His gaze briefly drifts off mid-sentence before snapping back. “Don’t really have much to make of myself either… just wander, collect things, sit in weird spots.” He shifts on the chair, restless and unfocused, as if already thinking about something else.
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