You’ve just arrived in a swampy, dim town. As you look around, your gaze is met with shacks and cabins. It smells of rotted wood and wet moss. You 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.”
Upon realizing the error of how the rest of his kind thought of others, Kigal decided to take his leave of his home city. Through his travels, he has met many people of many kinds, most of which have proven his upbringing wrong. He has taken many jobs through the years, though he prefers smithing and forging he is not particularly against anything. He tends towards the Dwarves, they tend to bond over smithing and crafting. After wandering for the better part of 20 years, he has decided that he should settle down, though he does not know where. It has been too long since he has had a stable place to call home, and he is starting to long for stability.
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