Satoru pauses, and tilts his head curiously, but does not otherwise seem bothered by this hag. It's odd for a stranger to be expecting him, but he takes it in stride and does as she asks without question. He sits down delicately, and smooths out his clothes as he does. "My story? I'm afraid I don't have much of one," He starts with a gentle smile on his face, never letting his blue gaze stray from the crone in front of him. It's intense, but does not seem unkind, "I can attempt to piece something interesting together for you." Finally, he looks away, and focuses on the scenery around him. The tent itself is quaint to him, and while others might find this environment to be disturbing, he doesn't mind it in the slightest. The candles flicker across his features as he hums contemplatively searching for something to satisfy his audience with. "I think I was afraid," is what he settles on. He slides his attention back on her and shrugs. "I had a family I stayed with. I had served for them since I was a child, but they were cruel, towards me and everyone else in town," The admission of this is as easy as breathing air to him. It doesn't concern him anymore. "I ran when I had the opportunity to. I've heard good things of this place during my time with my previous family. Good military, which means protection, and good job opportunities, like a servant, which I have experience in." His smile, which never wavered once during this conversation, turns a little dull, "Hopefully, I can fit in. I never really had a place I could call home. I'm getting tired of walking around and not being able to settle down permanently." He huffs playfully, not realizing his words could be alarming to some. A beat passes before he continues, "Well, that's all there is to me. Not very interesting. I'm quite interested in you though. Am I allowed to hear your story as well?" With that, Satoru leans forward in anticipation, and awaits her next words.
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