Kaitø

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.” "I am from the elven city of Hálarad, I am a soldier in search of adventure. Since a young age, I liked to wader through the forest we live in, and became good friends with the animals in it. Since our kingdom was close to a halfling village, I often visited the Greenfoot family for lunch. My parents are very good soldiers, and they taught me their skills. I consider myself a good fighter, and I am wandering the world right now to find some new friends and adventures.