Timeon Goffemane is born to a family of a lords retainers (Kingdom of Azuras). He rises to knighthood upon the battlefield, during an encounter with a small bandit brotherhood, where he saves his lord from an enemy. Sir Timeon Goffemane leaves to seek his fortune in the wild, after his lord flees his castle to escape their castle during an enemy siege. Sir Timeon is on a journey to return to his family.
Timeon led his palfrey through the town. He misliked the smallness of the place, the way the houses crowded together like an overgrown forest. Sniffing the air, he almost gagged. Life was not like this, back in Azuras. He had never been forced to mingle with the smallfolk, stableboys and blacksmiths. At least the streets were empty, this time of dusk---and judging by the lack of any light emanating from the small thatched cottages, one would have thought this place utterly deserted. As he turned a corner, Timeon's boot made a splash. The knight looked down and groaned in horror as he saw the puddle of wet, brown muck he'd just trod in.
Those boots were new. He raged silently, throwing murderous glares around the empty street. I barely wore them for half a month.
As he was finding a target for his wrath, his eyes caught a glimpse of light, right there in a small thatch shack just at the end of the filthy street.
That has to be the inn. He thought to himself. Timeon had been on the road, riding hard to escape the violence of the oncoming horde. Some would call that cowardly behavior for a knight, but he didn't care. Brave men had stood and fought---and been cut down in their dozens. He was one of the few left. Thankfully, his entire family had gone out for a long errand in faraway Caurost and had likely been spared. He looked up to the sky and mouthed a silent prayer of thanks.
As he entered the old cottage, his horse tethered outside, dusty and heavy laden with the weight of his armor, he beheld an old crone, sitting, asleep at a chair by the hearth fire. Her head shot up at the noise of his entry.
“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?”
Timeon eyed the woman wearily.
"I know you not, woman." Timeon was about to excuse himself, and back away from this strange encounter when he decided a place by the fire, and a bed to sleep in, with hot food in his belly would worth humoring this old toad.
"I said nothing of knowing you---only that I was expecting you here." The woman gave a toothless smile as Timeon took his seat.
"Well, I am bound from Azuras---on an errand." It would not do to go boasting of his flight. "I hope to be in Caurost by the next moon's turn."
"That all?" The woman cackled. "A man such as you would do better fightin' than runnin', methinks." She made a peculiar, sucking clacking teeth with her mouth that screamed disapproval.
How does she---nevermind that. I am not having any of this. Timeon did not care that he was running from an old crone. He had had enough of these strangers. Rising to his feet, he bowed politely and went out the door.
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