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 just, uh…" you stutter, tensing up. You eye the crone, then back outside the tent. For a moment, the air thickens with anticipation, until… you speak up.
with a smile on your face you start to tell her your story on how you came here.
"i left my Village to improve my Hunting skills, so i went hunting in the dark forest...but when i wanted to get back i didnt found the way i used" your face looks frustrated
"i've wandered around for days without any food...i dont really know where i am but i feel happy that i am not alone any longer." Vitaras Stomach growls.
"could we maybe get something to eat before i continue my tale? i feel like im dying because of my hunger, i feel like i'm starving" he said.
his hair is blonde with a slight tone of red
he weights around 143,3lb
he is 6'1 o
got mint green eyes
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