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His family died due to a village massacre from allied orcs and humans
He speaks very little and is calm, unless provoked
He is very experienced with weapons of all sorts from training as a child
He has no other family
He left home because there was nothing more than dirt and ash
He carries a dwarven forged sword imbued with Elvish magic, he has a 15 inch knife from point to pommel dagger,
He hunts and kills orcs and people who need to be killed, he is an assassin for hire
The traveller has just arrived in a small town. As they look around, their gaze is met with run down houses and shops. They duck into one of the shacks, illuminated by a series of candles suspended in the air. At the back of the small room, an old hag raises her head, “What brings you to this dingy town?" She begins, then pauses to study their face—”Ah, it’s you. I’ve been expecting you. Sit,” she gestures at a chair, “Where do you come from? What do you hope to make of yourself?”
*I contemplate over the question* I won't make anything of myself, I have no goals or hopes. I come from a raided village of which is now only dirt and lost souls. I have and will kill people, that's what I do and that's how I survive. I am a strider and a hunter, and I do not go anywhere for no reason, so tell me what you called me here for. *I tense up, as if ready for a fight*
"Oh, I just, uh…" The traveler stutters, tensing up. They eye the crone, then back outside the shack. For a moment, the air thickens with anticipation, until…
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