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?))
"Oh, I didn't see you at first. I unfortunately do not remember your face, how comes you know mine? He nods quickly before resuming his 'speech' Well, my story is quite mundane and not really worth going into, but if you allow I'll happily tell it.. If we want to begin where it all began.. it began about a quarter of a century before our current days in a small village in the westernmost village of the duchy of Carinthia, a village which is conveniently named after our holy virgin Mary. The circums tances in which I came into 'existance' he stresses the word as if it bothers him somewhat are everything but holy giving the fact that I was born a bastard between a member of the Meinhardiner, the ruling house of the Duchy of Tyrolia, Carinthia and Gorizia and a local commoner from the town of Lienz. I have come to Aegis because I hope it is a place where the history of myconception and my heritage isn't considered. I will try to build my own legacy, far apart from a family that did not consider me as a part of it. It also gives me the opportunity to escape from the possibility of marrying a woman I hate with all my heart against my will, only at the will of my family. And, you see, maybe I am able to find some fortune in this far away land. He smiles mildly So, old Weib , this is my story. What's yours?"
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