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?)) The confusion that dawns upon me is not exactly easy to hide "...I have several questions. But I will, if that would be required" *I clear my throat and sigh under my breath* "My name is Corbaeu Aurelian. I'm a doctor of sorts. My profession is officially: an anatomist. I travel the lands out of sheer curiosity. I'm a philosopher and physician. I try and collect knowledge of all sorts and especially of the anatomy of the many non-human creatures that inhabit said lands *there is a slight pause as I fiddle with my mask for a moment* "Currently I feel slightly lost in my ways and profession. I think that through my travels I've seen enough strife...I hope to become something more than a mere doctor."
