Rennart

Your character has just arrived in a swampy, dim town. As they look around, their gaze is met with shacks and cabins. It smells of rotted wood and wet moss. They 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?))

Cautiously the young women in armor approach the hag as she say "Thank you kind stranger, but...how could you have expected me?" as Anira is going to sit down, her hand nervously resting on the pommel of her blade. Even taugh she is obviously tense, she comply and start telling her story, slowly lowering her guard as she speak.

- " Well...my name is Anira, I have left the city where I have always lived as I have run into some trouble with some criminals there with whom I conducted business, my parent taught me to fight so I have been selling my sword for various clients...Ultimately, it has brought me too many enemies in this city. So I left, and now I seek opportunities elsewhere, hoping destiny will guide me where I can make a coin and find new partners. " 

Anira say with a cold tone, her greyish blue eyes piercing trough the old women she speak to. The armored women watch the old Hag from head to toes, trying to see if she is hidding something or if there is anything unusual about her. The old women show nothing but an eary smile. Anira sigh and lower her guard.

 

- "To be honest, I had everything I needed. Sure, I hated being mocked for having been adopted, the other merchants' kids thought it was funny to tease me. But I’d be lying if I said I didn’t enjoy making them eat their teeth... figuratively speaking—and sometimes literally.

As for falling into a life of crime... that was my own doing. I liked it. I was good at it. It broke my poor parents’ hearts. But frankly, I don’t care. They never defended me, and I have no love for those made-up rules that say I should be loyal to a family I didn’t choose. I only care about my brothers and sisters of war, those I choosed. "
 

The old hag squinted her eyes, as if peering deep into Anne’s soul. She let out a dry chuckle and said,

- "And you truly believe greatness awaits you? Mountains of gold ? More likely the hangman's knot. "

Anne smiled and replied,

- "Perhaps. Probably not. But I will live free—free from the rules of gods and kings, true only to my own will. And who knows? Maybe I’ll get rich saving a few townsfolk... if I don’t die at the hands of someone stronger first. I’m just waiting to see what destiny has in store for me."