Llaryas was raised as only child by his mother Ellarya, a Green Priestress of Bolomormaa, the Bear Mani, from the Isle of Nevaehlen. He doesnt know much about his father, who was a high elf mage.
One day Laloriaran visited Ellarya, because he has heared of her for potentially having hints about unknown alchemical ingredients and they spent some nights together. None of the two expected Ellarya for being with child afterwards, so he left her to continue on his alchemy research and never came back.
When Llaryas was older and asked who his father was, Ellarya wasnt able to tell him a lot. She felt guilty for that and gifted Llaryas a self-made scarf which she crafted to resemble the one Laloriaran wore when he visited her.
Even though Llaryas shares his mothers love for nature, he is driven by curiosity as his father was. When Ellarya decided to become a wandering priestress, he left home as well and started wandering as well, yet in the opposite direction, until he finds some place that will feel like home again. But before, he wants to get to know the beauty of nature in any environment, to see with his own eyes how other folks live and eventually to find his father.
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.))
The traveller raises one eye brow and starts smiling quickly afterwards. He feels no fear for visions are meant to come true: this woman cant be a threat as long as the vision is yet to come. "You saw me in a vision?", he asks rhetorical. Self-confident he follows her bidding. Overwhelmed by curiosity hes taken word again: "Im sorry for you. Visions are gifts but burdens as well... the future is not meant for us mortals because its the presence we are living in." A thoughtful expression grows in his face, before he starts talking again after a short pause: "The future holds many surprises and some's revealing can be very unpleasent. But whatever my future will be, its going to become like that anyway, whether i know or i dont. So please, tell me what you saw and ill give you your answers."
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