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?))
Gavric Arkenfell takes a moment to catch his breath before stepping into the tent, the lingering scent of damp marsh still clinging to his boots. He nods respectfully to the elderly lady. Even though the air feels heavy and a bit off, he stands tall, keeping his cool, just by habit
When she says, "Ah I have been expecting you” his expression tightens for a moment, but he does not step back, "Tell me your story", she said. He takes off his gloves and sits down where she points.
“My story?” he echoes.
He takes a deep breath before he goes on, speaking clearly but with a simple tone.
“I was born far from paved roads, where farmland stretches farther than most care to look. My dad follow the merchant life like his dad did, so I was meant to take up his plow one day”.
He glances at the candles for a second, then keeps going
“But the world doesn’t stay beyond the fields forever. Caravans come and go. Soldiers march through. Banners go up, and occasionally they come down. I watched them as a boy from behind hedges and fence posts, and I realized big opportunities rise when fear and echoes of war starts, that is the moment everyone relies on trade, bussines and sponsorship”.
He shifts slightly, sitting taller.
“I carry no great family name. No richeness to show off, but I have got a good deal of patience and I've got discipline. The land shows you that it does not give a hoot to those who don't pay attention or aren't strong"
He pauses with quiet determination.
“So I left for the cities, looking for a chance to serve. If I earn a mina, it will be because I proved worthy of it not because of birth. Guys need bosses who get the grind"
His eyes lock back on the elderly lady, unwavering and resolute.
“If you truly expected me, then you may already know this: I do chase glory for vanity. I'm looking for it because someone who's come from the dirt should be able to climb out and make a big fortune"
When he's done, Gavric sits down quietly, staying put even though it's a bit damp and chilly outside.
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