Teg

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?)) *eyes the hag with caution "Oh, well... I am Thalion. " *he pauses before describing his journeys "From my earliest days, the forest wasn't just my home; it was my tutor. Raised among my family, I learned the ways of the woods—the language of the leaves, the patterns of light through the branches, and the stories etched into the bark of ageless trees. I yearned for more though. I wanted to explore beyond the familiar embrace of my homeland. The call of distant lands, with mysteries and knowledge waiting to be discovered. As I ventured beyond the woodland borders, I encountered diverse cultures and encountered beings with rich stories and backgrounds. I learned from them, gaining their wisdom and sharing the stories of my own people. My travels weren’t merely for my curiosity; they were driven by my sense of duty to safeguard nature. I often found myself drawn into conflicts that threatened the sanctity of nature, I stood firm, with my bow, but not to destroy, but as a tool for protecting the forest and nature. My experiences only deepened my reverence for nature and its intricate web of life. This tent is a part of nature and a stop along my path but my path must continue, through forests or whatever is next for me."