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?)) Alexander sits down in the cushion and smiles gently at her. "It has been a while. I heard through our....Friend that you had need of someone like me for a job. You know a man with my talents prefers to be paid upfront and handsomely rewarded for a job complete. But first things first I want the full scope of what exactly im signing up for. I don't just take jobs whenever I feel like it. I have standards to maintain." He smirked handling a dagger between his fingers.
"You see. I come from a long family of merchants in the previous kingdom of Hyspia. The one true government me and others preferred with independent from foreign influence. But compared to others my ambitions weren't focused on greed or consumtion. No I seek true liberation, travelling and learning anything I deem fit is my true purpose. Ever since I was a young lad I wanted to explore the vast world. Such cultures and magic. Patrons and spirits, pirates and kings. I seek to gain the one thing everyone will always lack. Knowledge and liberty. I scrap by when I need to, always offering my services to those that pay to help me fund my ambitions. But make no mistake in this world there is no good or evil. Just people, trying to live a life." He stood up and dimmed the light from the candle his hair covering half his face as the shadows from the light cast onto him. He was a lone wanderer, a constant man.
