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?))
Trisk slowly sat down on the cushion, taking his time to stretch aching legs before crossing them, one over the other.
"It seems you know me, though I don't know how much you know me," Trisk began, taking his time over each word, "So I will start from the beginning. My name is Trisk; a shortening of my mother's name 'Triska'..." He paused, as if reminiscing on memory long past, "...and an homage to our family crest which contains a triskel. I am a traveler, I think that much you know, but also a collector. Not so much of things, I don't have the space to carry much on me, but of memories and people and ideas." The last three points emphasised as if it were important to make the distinction between the physical and metaphysical worlds clear. "I have travelled much of Aevos, but have rarely called anyplace home. At least not for long." Trisk murmured the last sentence more to himself than the old 'hag', yet it still seemed to linger a little longer than he wished in the still, humid air. Nevertheless, Trisk continued. "I have spent my time in as peaceful a manner as I could - don't thing I'm harmless, I have had to protect myself from time to time. Although, for the most part I have avoided conflict. But now?" He tilted his head slightly, contemplating. "Now I feel something brewing. I enter towns, such as yours here, but they are not as they once were. They're quiet, subdued, almost... holding their breath." For the first time since entering, Trisk held direct eye contact with the woman. "I fear we have entered dark times again and war is the only path our bitter lands can follow. There is no way back, so I will forge ahead. Although, I am not sure which ending, which victory will better these lands and, more importantly, me. In my travels I have spent time enjoying each of the kingdoms, but now it seems I must choose where to lay my sword. And, of course, that is why I'm here. You know me, but I also know you. And I know you will have wisdom for me; you can help guide my sword to lie at the feet of the correct alliance. So I ask you: with whom should I fight?"
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