Born, but left in a casket right after birth, no one adopted me, I grew up alone, while spying on monks, who learned sword fighting, I learned. Later I became strong, with my fellow magical sword (The blaze wrath) carrying immense fire power, I saved village after village, town after town, giving the help I never had.
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.))
Example: I help does who are in need in Critical times. I don't know where I came from, I was left right after my birth and grew up alone. I learned the ways of the sword and used those in helping.
"Oh, I just, uh…" The traveler stutters, tensing up. They eye the crone, then back outside the shack. For a moment, the air thickens with anticipation, until…
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