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?)) “Well I don’t know if you’ll find my story interesting…” Says the Farmer as he crosses his arms, ”I'm just a humble farmer hailing from the Kingdom of Auun. Nothing more and nothing less. Tilled the farms, checked me crops, and herded the sheeps.” he says with little to no expression, almost as if he was seemingly bored. “But that all changes today…” As he jingles a small pouch of mina in his left hand through the left pocket in his pants as if deep in thought. “I finally saved enough mina to travel throughout the nations of the Heartlands.” Taking a slight pause to regain his breath. “I plan to sightsee Numendil, visit The Commonwealth of Petra, and see the ever changing events of Veletz.” He says all this while looking towards the distant horizon, excited for the new adventure that awaits him.
