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.”
Welcan takes a seat before the woman, his hazel eyes glisten in the flickering candle light, his voice is soft with a slight lilt "I am Welcan Gladecrosser, it’s a pleasure to make your acquaintance. I have traveled here to the lands of Aevos for a few reasons. My maln was an elnarnir, a nomad of sorts, traveling from one town to the next, my lari’onn and I had been raised by him on the road. He would tell us stories of our people, about the seeds, about Malin and Taynei, and the Aspects of their reverence." his expression then shifts, his eyes fill with a look of sadness and longing, idly thumbing at a silver compass hanging around his neck. "Not too long ago, our Maln drew his last breath, and for the first time in our lives we were without him. In my grief I had not noticed she slipped out of the room, i suspect she found it difficult to see our maln in that state..." the corners of his eyes glisten with fresh tears welling up, "I have not seen my lari'onn, my dear little sister, not since that night. So now i search for her, in hope that i may be reunited with the last family I have. Once i have I will find a place to make our home, like i planed to originally. My dream is to make a place we can call home, one which will welcome all in need with open arms, and a place where I may revere the Aspects as my ancestors did long ago." Welcan takes a deep breath, steadying himself, and gives the woman a kind smile "there you have it, that is my story."
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