Bonaventure Merrymas is a highland born son of Petra. His father (Calpernius) was a soldier in the local garrison. His mother (Seraphina) was a local herbalist and healer. Both were devout believers in the church of the canon and lived in the Birch Weald of Seviel. In this region, Bonaventure was born. He grew up wandering the woodlands and distant highlands of his home region and was brought up earnestly in the faith. Both his adventuring and faith inspired in him a love of writing and a idealistic nature. His parents both taught him parts of their trade, mostly to aid him in his wanderings. basic skills with the sword to fend off rogues and bandits, and basic medicine and herbology to heal scrapes and minor wounds. In his young adulthood he entered a school for clerics to be trained to join the church's ranks of priests, but after a few years of study, he discerned that such a life wasn't for him. He wanted a new life of common simplicity and so he left the school and set off on the road to find whatever life may lay ahead of him.
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.))
*Bonaventure takes a seat, gently placing himself down before the lady and gives her a genuine smile.* "Well I've just come from Vallange where I was studying to enter the church's clerical ranks, but... after much deep thought and prayers, I believe I've been told by the creator to seek a life of common simplicity in the non-vocational life. as for where I'm going or what I hope to make of myself, that remains to be seen. *I laugh merrily* "as my father used to say, 'only the creator knows, but only time will tell us'. But if i was a hoping or planning sort of man, I think I'd like to write. To spend my days in scriptorium or a library, surrounded by tomes and books, scrolls and parchment. I just love the scent of leather covers and old paper. But its the metaphysical too. Being surrounded by stories, both true and fictional. Thats my heaven and dream job. A book tender, storyteller, and scribe. then, on warm evenings, I'd kick up my feet and watch the sun set with a bowl of pipe weed. No finer life in my mind. Heh, sorry, I do tend to ramble a bit dont I? Well, thats my answer.
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