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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.” ((How do you respond?)) You take a slow, deep breath "I guess it was alaways going to catch up eventually" You say, as you sit, warily "who did you say you were?" The Crone merely looks back at you, as though with endless patience "Fine. I guess it doesnt matter anyway." You pause "Look, I know what you want. And before you pass judgement, or take me away or whatever, just.." "Just know that i didnt mean to kill her." Backstory - not sure if you want this here, but here it is Vesryn grew up in the Vectran Canopy, residing in one of the many smaller communities contained therein. Within this community, His father, Aiduin, is one of the community leaders, not through any actions of his own, but because his father, Vesryn's Grandfather, was one of the Druids that took part in, and was subsequently destroyed by, The Mothers Reckoning. Although he was too young to have participated in any way, Aidiun felt like he should have done something more. Now, in order to atone for his apparent mistakes, he helps lead a small community, and is insistent on his own infallibility. the other elders generally allow him free reign, due to both his position as a survior of the Mothers Reckoning and also as progeny of one of the Druids that wrought it. it was under this pressure of expectation that Vesryn and his Sister Sylvis were brought up. Vesryn was the elder of the two siblings by 16 years, and although the elder, he often felt that he was the lesser, as after the subsequent early death of their mother, Aiduin doted upon Sylvis, often calling her his little miracle, even in front of Vesryn. even so, Vesryn never once hated his sister, just his father for making him feel inferior. Aiduin was also dismissive of Vesryns proclivity and talent in the realm of music and entertainment. Already proficent at the lyre by the age of 12, Vesryn could often be found around the fire, telling storying and playing music, despite his fathers wishes that he "make something of himself" by following in his footsteps. Although tense at times, this life was stable until one day when Vesryn was 65. During an otherwise unassuming disagreement between siblings, Sylvis got worked up enough to exclaim that "Father loves me more than you" His weak spot resoundly hit, Vesryn tried to push his sister away so he could leave, and go sit in a tree for awhile. however, whether by bad luck, or a cruel twist of fate, they were too close to the edge and Vesryns push caused Sylvis to fall to the forest floor, quickly devoured by a pack of Thieves that happened to be nearby. when his Father discovered what had been done, he was unconsolable. in his anger and his grief, he declared that Vesryn was not his son, and was to be exiled from the community. the other Elders quickly overturned his decree, but by then, Vesryn had already packed, the guilt too much to bare. carrying only a hunting bow, knives, and his lyre, he set off into the wider world for the first time. It was incredibly tough, but he found temporary sancuary with a group of sympathetic ilanders, who took him in until they were forced to kick him out due to widespread Xenophobia. eventually he found himself in company of a travelling theatre troupe, with whom he traveled for a time, before eventually striking out on his own. these days, he mostly wanders, telling stories of heroism, and doing his best to prevent harm wherever he may find himself. he hopes that one day he might be able to fance his father, and his crime, but it isnt today, and it sure wont be tomorrow.