Ruythen

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?))

"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 straighten up and clear your throat "it all began about 22 years ago I was 10 years and playing outside in a small village we lived it, thats when a group of bandits called the Wolfhounds attacked, Luckily me and my brother Jecuir ran away but our parents did not make it, we then fled to a mountain where we found scraps of sticks and build a small hut of sorts, for 8 weeks we lived in there and built it up slowly, eventually my brother jecuir who was now 13 decided to go exploring but i never saw him again, i then found a merchant with his carrage go by and ran to him begging for food he then gave me all the supllies i would need and here i am today"