Usually wearing dark forest colours, but has armour for when it's necessary.
Your character has just arrived in a swampy, dim town. As they look around, their gaze is met with shacks and cabins. It smells of rotted wood and wet moss. They 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?))
Joseph sat down on the cushion, “My story? Well, it starts in a small, insignificant town many leagues from here, where I was born to a farmer and his wife. I grew up in that town, tilling the fields, harvesting crops, and herding cattle. But on a sunny day of the year of my 19th birthday, a band of raiders attacked a nearby village, it was then that I decided that someone needs to defend the villages and travelers. So I took up a sword and shield and trained for many months; now I travel these roads as a guard to anyone that may need the protection. And that is what brings me here to this town.

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