Sir_omni

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?))

Angus calmy introuces himself to the woman: "My name Sir angus mc Reed, to your service" at the excat moment he says that he bows befor her. Afterwards he sits down and start tell the story of his life up to this point:"

I was born near a little village in a far away kingdom, where the winds howl with the voices of the old gods. my mother soon died in the following winter. so me father raisee me an me brothers alone. Now, My father was a blacksmith, a man of fire and iron, trough him in lerned deciplin and decency. around me 15 birthday an older looking royal guard came up to m and changed me live forever. he has given me the chance to become a royal guard.

i accepted and soon me training began. After 1 year of hard training i was ready ,now only i need the make the oath before the king . so there i was before the king, he stated to say the oath which i repeted: I here by vow that i angus will protct the land and the king with my life. to help protect us from the invaders. since that day i have served years with honor. I fought raiders along the coasts, beasts born of mist and shadow, and spirits roused by foul sorcery. I wielded a claymore quenched in the sacred waters of Loch Shiel. My brothers called me steadfast, though I have always said I was simply a man doing what his oath demands.

But oaths are tested, and mine was torn asunder the night my dearest companion Fergus betrayed us all. He slipped from the castle under moonlight, carrying with him not only the king’s secrets, but the heartstone itself—the relic said to hold powers beyond thiking. I cannot fathom why he turned his heart to the dark powers that slither beyond our sight. That wound cuts deeper than any blade.

Now the High King has set this charge upon me: to hunt the oathbreaker through glen and moor, , and into barrows where the dead kings stir. I do not fear the journey, but I carry the weight of knowing that my quarry was once my brother-in-arms.

I am Sir Angus MacReed, sworn guard of the High King.i have travveled many continect sailed many seas. I will see this betrayal answered, and I will see my home safe again—even if the price be my own blood." after he complette he sighs in relief and lean back into the couchon and asks calmy:"so by any chance have you seen a other person wearing the same clothes as i