august bohn was a man of his word, living of the empires good graces for most of his life, working as a footman in their army until he ended up taking the fall for a corrupt nobel's wrongdoings, still working off his mistakes he tries to do right by the empire and all those around him even though it doesnt always work out. (dnd alignment would be lawful good with a hint of chaotic good when backed against a wall)
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?))
august says "well theres not much to tell, ive been on the straight and narrow for most of my life made some mistakes and am still trying to fix them." he would then wait for a response.
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