Thyren is a 32 year old wood elf from a place called Azuras, close to the Kingdom of Norland and the inland sea. He grew up in a small forest where his mom was a healer. When he was younger he always heard stories from travelers about places like Aevos and all the dangerous things outside his home. At first it just sounded like cool stories, but as he got older he started feeling like something about the world wasn't right. Like there was more going on than what he could see. He began to think that staying in his forest wouldn't give him any real answers. So he decided to leave Azuras and travel across the world. He wants to find out what is really happening outside of Norland's borders.
The traveller has just arrived in a small town. As they look around, their gaze is met with run down houses and shops. They duck into one of the shacks, illuminated by a series of candles suspended in the air. At the back of the small room, an old hag raises her head, “What brings you to this dingy town?" She begins, then pauses to study their face—”Ah, it’s you. I’ve been expecting you. Sit,” she gestures at a chair, “Where do you come from? What do you hope to make of yourself?”
Thryen hesitates before stepping inside, letting the door shut behind him. He looks around the shack, His eyes immediately land on the floating candles. He lowers himself into the chair. "I'm from Azuras." He said. A bit unsure at first. "Near the inland sea. Norland side." He looks away for a second. The wood chair moves a bit as he leans forward slightly. Then he looks back at the hag. "I don't really know what I'm going to become yet. I just know I don't want to stay weak." He whispered softly.
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