SugerCanes

You’ve just arrived in a swampy, dim town. As you look around, your gaze is met with shacks and cabins. It smells of rotted wood and wet moss. You 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?))

I cautiously step into the tattered tent, the dim light casting eerie shadows across the room. The scent of decay and dampness fills the air as I make my way toward the cushion the old hag has indicated.

Amon was born in the Commonwealth of Petra, nestled within the grandeur of its capital city, Vallagne. From the start, Amon's life was marked by adversity, as he was born to parents struggling with poverty, a condition further worsened by their untimely demise due to a sudden plague. With no familial support and still a child, Amon was forced into a life of uncertainty and hardship. He endured the harsh streets, where survival often meant resorting to begging and even stealing any food or money he could get his hands on. In a world where every mina and morsel of food were like precious gems to him, Amon learned to cling fiercely to whatever he could acquire, however small it may be. Determined to rise above his impoverished lifestyle, Amon began to dress very formally in an attempt to convince others that he was wealthier than he really was. He adopted the appearance of a respected scholar, hoping that this facade might provide an opportunity to integrate into the high halls of nobility and the influential elite of the city.

His determination was unwavering; he would go to any lengths to ensure a prosperous future.