Confettl is from The Empire. His family was middle class and made just enough money to get by. His father is a warrior, and mother died when Confettl was 2. He grew up learning combat from his father but never lived up to it. Father passed away and it made Confettl leave home to have a clear mind. He then continues his training to start a new adventure.
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?”
((How does your character respond? Please ensure your response is at least six sentences long, and uses at least two actions.))
Example: Smiling with a big grin* "Hello! I'm coming from the empire and just wanted to check this place out." sits down* "I was planning on getting some food and tools from the shops here. I figured they would be affordable. would you have any recommendations?"
"Oh, I just, uh…" The traveler stutters, tensing up. They eye the crone, then back outside the shack. For a moment, the air thickens with anticipation, until…

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