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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?))

"You've been expecting me?" Valpeiros scoffs. It's not hard to guess his name gets around these parts; he figured his reputation preceded him anyways. Val sat on the cushion with a grin, awkwardly adjusting his weight as he bobbed side to side. "You may care to sit tight for this one, dear. I have quite the tale." With a fist reaching towards the sky- or rather, the cloth of the tent's ceiling- He purred out his introduction. "I am VALPEIROS! Slayer of many, family to none. My parent's not strong enough to care for such a powerful child." By his subtle change in expression it appeared his tongue burnt with the imaginary-spice of guilt. His words were nothing but lies built on a lonely orphan's dream. "I don't plan on gifting you the luxury of my story, but you can have just a taste. I'm a vagabond wondering with pride and if you still insist on conversing I'll just have to point you towards another desperate soul." With a puffed out chest Valpeiros rose from the dented-in cushion, that unwavering grin only glowing brighter towards the hag.

Only when he had turned away and ducked back under the tent's entrance did the solemness return. The mask made of his physical face slipped ever so slightly, but not enough to expose any true feelings. Before his orphaned lackeys noticed, he was once more a shining smile as they left the swampy town. "Onwards!" He called, but they were already walking without his command.