Lukaerys

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?)) Lukaerys paused despondently " i am sure you have heard the story since you knew my father but i will tell it to you from my perspective. I am from the small house of knights from some forgotten places near the sea my father was a knight the same has his father before him and so on and so forth all was good in our small stead until brigands came the burnt the housestead with everyone inside my mother my two brother and my sister burnt alive my father and i tried to fight but it was no use and he urged me to leave with the horse i heard him scream that night i was but 16 years of age and since then i swore i would rebuild my house but i lost that hope i am but a common sellsword trying to earn my coin to at least survive in this world" after a bit of time Lukaerys said " know you know it so now tell me i heard you knew were my family sword is so tell me!"