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?))
I have travelled far form up north where it is cold, my Farther has recently passed away and I am looking for a nice place to settle with my Mother. I was born in the mountains near Aeltarys and I am used to extreme temperatures. I dream of becoming an explorer one day but so far I have gotten lost every time. I expertise in map reading and I have made many of my own maps though out my life and I hope my skills will come into use. I have no siblings but my uncle has recently moved around here, he is a blacksmith and makes cutlases and swords. I had a rough childhood going mining and farming it brings back nightmares. I am scared of caves and I have claustrophobia and a fear of falling from heights. Another thing is I am named after my Uncle who is called Benjamin Jenson.
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