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Your character has just arrived in a swampy, dim town. As they look around, their gaze is met with shacks and cabins. It smells of rotted wood and wet moss. They 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 know who I am?" he asks, eagerly awaiting a response from the old woman. "You are a man of Faith arent you? Well then you should know that some things are just meant to be from the higher spirits. And now sit down, please and tell me your story." She speaks with a slight grin on her face. He sits down on the cushion and begins to speak "So my youth was quite boring. My family always tried to take all of my work, all of my concerns and all of my responibility off of my shoulders.We were just a poor family of farmers back then but my parents have put all of their savings into my well being. They made me learn latin and the my father send me to a monastery. He said I would be cared for there, which was true but I never felt like my life was of some worth. One day I decided to leave. I decided to let the order behind me. The only things that I still carry with me is my faith and the clothes I have on me." The old hag smiles reachuringly and speaks, "And it seems it wasnt that bad of a decision. You made it here, youre still alive, youre not ill. Your faith must have guided you well." He nods and continues his Story, "Yes, I thank the higher Spirits for all I got. So after I left the monastery I wandered around the world to find my destiny and I found it. I devoted my life in helping all the people on our earth. I swore to never hurt anyone even by accident and also not to be a burden on anyone." The old hag looked at him with a mild smile, "You sure are a good person and servant to your faith and the people. I hope you never change your path and live on a long time for the people." With those last words she stood up and walked away into the fog that has laied itself over the town like a blanket. The man continued on his path of faith, peace and helpfullnes.

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.” He sits down onto the the cushion and begins to tell his story, "As you can see I am not wearing the cheapest of clothes, I was born into a family of mearchants. Some may say it's a bliss, I also partially think that way. In my childhood I never had problems which couldn't be solved with money. But I didn't think it was good for me so I ran away from home." He looks at her with a slight smile, "Today I think it was really stupid but back then it was a big adventure and I was exited about what would happen." His smile changes to a look of emptiness, "I ran through the forest, as I noticed there was a cliff to come, it was already too late. I didn't really fall that far but it was enough to break both my left arm and my left leg, About 10 hours later my parents finally found me and the doctors my parents arranged could fix my fractured bones. Even today when I am standing near an edge higher than 10 meters I feel the greatest fear I can imagine." His face goes back to a fairly normal look and he continues, "But lets get away from these sad stories, even though my parents didn't like that I ran away from home I kept doing it, from then on minding my steps. I found myself my profession. Fletching, At first it was just taking my knife and pulling it over a stick, but time after time i got better at it, first I fletched Arrows that everyone I showed them called perfect. Then I started fletching Bows with encarvings so beautiful that even a the duke of our area ordered one from me just for him, I really enjoyed fletching but my parents didn't like the path I chose and over the years my relations to my parents became worse until I completely lost contact with them and abandoned my titles and duties. I started wandering around in my province and soon after I just went where ever the wind took me. And now I am here." He looks at her, signalising he was done talking.