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?))
Edwyn stepped into the tent and paused, his eyes moving from the hanging candles to the figure at the back. He gave a brief nod before lowering himself onto the cushion, resting his forearms on his knees. “I had a sense this place held more than it showed,” he said quietly. “I’ve spent much of my life looking for places like that.”
He shifted his weight, glancing once toward the tent’s entrance. “I wasn’t raised with much, my parents looked after me but I always knew we had little” Edwyn continued. “I learned early to rely on trade, favors, and watching people closely to keep myself above the breadline once I could fend for myself. We could never afford a proper schooling for me, so I got by working for lowly merchants, moving crates and doing inventory work.” His gaze returned to the hag. “I'm travelling now because I am tired of just getting by. I need to finally make a name for myself so I can stop living hand to mouth” He straightened slightly. “Although all I have is my ambition”
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