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Lot was raised in a small home in the southern side of the Kingdom of Norland. He lived with his mother, Sasha Konnor, and his younger brother, Delmar Konnor. His father passed in the War of the Three Kingdoms, being wounded and eventually succumbing to infection. Living without his father, Lot was hardened by the world and stepped up to provide for his family. He worked as an assistant builder, earning enough to live comfortably at the cost of back pain. Eventually, his brother started a family of his own and left home. Lot decided he had had enough of his meager life and went out to seek adventure, fortune, and glory.
((I apologize if the locations aren't suitable. I was struggling to find the information I needed.))
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.))
Lot pulls the chair out from the table, the legs scraping on the floor before sitting down, his large frame makng the chair groan slightly. "From Norland." He said gruffly. "Came out for a little action, money, the sorts." He crossed his arms instinctively as he spoke, leaning against the backrest of the chair. "And you are?" He asked inquisitively.
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