WorkGorgon52343

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.”

*He sit onto the cushion, looking at the old hag* *he speaks* "I was born a simple life in an elven village." *he looks up at the ceiling of the tent* "my village was attacked by bandits" "I was the only survivor" *he hides his grief behind his expressionless face* *there is a moment of silence between the two,* *he speaks up "right now I'm traveling looking for a town or village with a decent guild to join and make a profit off of" *the elf and the old hag talk for a brief and then the elf stands up to leave the tent* *the old hag speaks for he exits* "wait what is your name" *the elf looks back at her and says "Voron Quilar" before he walks away*