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?))
"You've been expecting me?... I'm sorry lady but I can not say that I understand. But I'm sure I can spare my time to introduce myself. My name is Oscar Lorian - I'm a humble man who is just trying to make a living through whatever means I wish which are usually peaceful "he says shifting from side to side". But in general I would like to establish a trading business to help whoever. And for who I am ... I'm more or less a talker than a fighter. Diplomacy some may call it - I abhor Dictatorships with ever fibre within me "A small twitch formed in his eye as if he has had experience...".
hair and eye colour - brown/ hazel
appearance - a well rounded figure and physique for a human.
usually wearing a tunic.
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