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?))
Staring at the hag, Malekith nodded slowly before he perched himself down on the cushion she had gestured to before hand "I don't exactly know how you came to be expecting me... but my name is Malekith. I don't know what i want in life, I'm a traveller, trying to find my purpose, and don't have any parents so... not like i'm trying to do anything family-wise, I'm originally from nor'sath but that's in the past... not my place anymore" the ker said with a shrug of his shoulders, he didn't seem like a people person at all, distant in a way.
"All i want to do is discover why i'm here, why my path has led me to this place, to you. I'm not here for money, fame or anything like that. I'm here to find out why i am here, and what it is you want with me."
