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?)) "Hello?, uh.. My name is Hobbs Draekar I'm a wanderer." He looked around the tent eyeing up deferent knickknacks before continuing. "After my parents passed on I've been wandering for a lack of a better word", he looked at this woman with distrust, but respond further anyways "I come from Haense I'm a highlander, my parents worked common jobs bringing in just enough to feed the family, but a few years ago during the cold of winter they got sick and passed away, after that i left i just couldn't take losing my only family." He seems saddened by talking about his parents but continues, "but when i left i was able to move on with my life although it was rough past the city walls i continued forward i enjoy exploring but food has been hard to procure Im planning on a expedition with some fellow highlanders into the north to start a settlement although they are still colleting the supplies for the trip." as the night continues to wind down Hobbs stops to rest in the village for the night before continuing forward. *as Hobbs travels a lot he sometimes goes long periods without very much food resulting in him being quite skinny, as well he wears dark baggy clothing to break lessen the cold on his long journeys.
