daHaubi

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.” *as he sat down, with his gaze wandering around the room he started to respond* „I was born into a small, poor family in a distant and small village where I grew up there until I was 18 years old. But the Poverty of the village was unbearable. My parents got sick and as my mother gave me her last saving she said to me „Go son. Dont waste your future in this dump. Do something with youre life, maybe travel to Karosgrad, to Minitz or visit the dwarfes of Urguan. Whatever you choose, just promise me, stay loyal to those who treat you like family, because those are the people who will be there for you when you need them the most“ So now im travelling through the lands just waiting to find a place to call home again.“ * he would look down on his lap as he wipes a tear from his cheek * “That is my story. But now, if you would excuse me, I will have to beg my leave. My journey has to continue"