Ronnamus was born and raised a highlander, living within norland with both parents, Konley and Seerah Heirthorn. Life was as expected of the highlanders, never dull, always a job needing doing. This life was alright, enough even for Ronnamus who spent his days ploughing fields and tending to animals, aswell as the occassional training of archery and swordsman ship with his father Konley.
But, as all people have, a big change came to his life at the age of 19. He had lost both of his parents to disease, a long an arduous death that he had to watch them both go through. Never having the chance to be near his parents in their final months as they did not want him to follow their fate.
Ever since their passing, Ronnamus has been nomadic, never staying in a single place for longer than a week, never binding loyalties. Never wanting to care for others as to avoid feeling loss once more.
His journeys on the road have shown him that all breathing things are not to be trusted, nobody does anything unless they benefit in some way. People will do anything to further themselves, even if it means taking the life of another. All of the death, thievery, and overall darkness he has been exposed to has made him distrustful, seeking isolation, and always in a stance of guard.
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.))
Example: (delete this when you add your own)
"You were expecting me?" Ronnamus became wary, double checking over his shoulder before returning his focus to the lady "Im not really sure who you are, or why you're expecting me. But perhaps we settle questions later. Im just travelling through and hope'd you had some supplies" He was not a trusting individual, and his lack of suredness in others was vastly clear. His eyes consistently moved around the room while he spoke, checking for anything out of place. "Whats the deal with this town, why does everything look so... desolate?" Ronnamus changes his stance, his hand resting close to his weapon as he waits for a response, watching her closely for any sign of malintent.
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