Smudge was but a worker in the Kingdom of Norland, whatever job he had is no longer relevant as he became an alcoholic over time, and has lost the life he once had.
He mostly spends his time wandering the streets, attempting to get pennies for any alcohol he can get his grubby fingers on. He's often ignored by the people walking past his because who would want to talk to a guy like that...
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?”
Example: Who? What? me? how do I know you? why all those questions? I don't owe you money do I? *backs up to door to leave* how are you expecting me? you aren't one of those magic folk are you? I know the king you know, we actually used to work together in uhhhh... the forests doing uhhhhhhh.... forest things... trees... yes cutting down trees we were both people who cut down trees. I used to have an axe you know, I called it egdums... that's my name backwards by the way, came up with it myself *stands staring at the ceiling blankly*... egdums yes, my axe, who worked with the king. Who are you? i'll have some beer please if that's alright... uh don't have money though haha... so this ones on you haha. Did you call this town dingy? i'll let you know that this is the best kingdom in the realm... it's the only one where you have all these trees.
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