Born as a Hyspanic commoner in a very nomadic family, he is the son of an archaeologist father, and a mother who was a merchant for their "stolen" artifacts. He and his younger sister would help out the family business by delving in ancient caves, moving goods throughout their mobile merchant stand, and even pick pocketing a few fellows here and again. They would also spend a lot of their time in the capital city, La Dorada, the city he was born in, where they would set up shop, and all sleep in their wagon as they were too broke to afford a home and such ;(. Living in the city helped Erawin become an aspiring bard, or any sort of artist as he always found beauty in the places he traveled, the music playing in the streets and taverns had helped pick him off his feet better than any ale could. One fateful day however, his family had stumbled upon something rather big, his father had found some sort of artifact he was not supposed to get his hands on, but he encouraged his family it would sell for a lot but that they needed to flee the city rather quickly. Even quicker than they could set their belongings up the city guards had caught on to them and in an instant their cart had been torched and wrecked as they went to flee. The whole family suffered from the crash and young Erawin had been knocked nearly unconscious, his mother had definitively died, his father nowhere to be seen, and his sister was trying to usher him away from the cart before they would get caught. Narrowly escaping the city guards at the site of the crash, a crowd city folk had noticed the two and were beginning to snitch on them until his sister attempted to "deal" with the crowd by causing a scene which left a great getaway for Erawin to escape the city. Despite delving in various cave systems, and wandering numerous landscapes, he never got to see much of the world as one half of his life was spent in the city, and the other half in nondescript scenery, because of this he longed for adventure, growing his artistic prowess, and the wanderlust had gotten to him along with his sisters approval to run, he did, and NEVER LOOKED BACK.
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?”
((How does your character respond? Please ensure your response is at least six sentences long, and uses at least two actions.))
he looks around the shack first to make sure there is no ambush awaiting him. ASSUMING it's clear he then greets her with a slightly deranged, yet cheerful smile "My, hello there! I have been traveling for quite some time and seek a place for respite, this town seems very fitting as I have no coin myself." He then goes to make himself comfortable wherever seat he can. He grows slightly suspicious of her studying his face then goes, "I come from the faraway city of La Dorada, I've been traveling for some time to help tame my WILD wanderlust and to grow my artistic capabilities. I hope to make a fine artist of myself one day and to become something really captivating in this world. He then reaches behind his back and pulls out a very destroyed and unkempt lyre, that he MAY or MAY NOT have stolen from somewhere. "But you see, I find myself a bit handicapped with my current scenario, *AWKWARD CHUCKLE* my artistic journey is now halted so I've been trying to find ways to make money to help me get by."
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