womenrespect22

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?)) 

"Well you are certainly kinder than you look. Though, not to this beautiful town you live in. Wise woman, I am an artist in search of new materials to work with. I create instruments of death and of convenience. Cooking and building. I create tools of productivity and I wish to find new reasons to invent and new people to invent them for. I'm from a fairly large city, my father was not a blacksmith, but he was owed a favour by someone who was one of the best blacksmiths so have struck hot metal. I apprenticed under him for years, starting at the age of 7 and slowly working myself into a frensy. Some might call it passion, others, obsession. Either way, i needed to be the best. The man who taught me all i know died months ago and that's when i realized after decades that this craft was the only thing of value to me. My family is alive and well. They are tailors, well known ones at that. But I've never had any interest in them or the sad soft handed crafts they've chosen to pursue. My interest is in becoming a master of what I do. I need new people with materials and tasks I've yet to see with my own eyes. New reasons to shape the metal and new metal to shape. I cannot become a master if I simply repeat the tasks I've been performing my entire life, so wander I must. Unfortunately this town has no need of my skills, nor materials I have yet to see, so i must keep moving. However, *he pulls out a somewhat advanced (for this village) mechanical apple peeler* I want you to keep this, and share the wonders of this technology with the others of this village. Farewell, good wise woman."