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.”
".. Ah- Greetings?" The armored one took a few strides in to cautiously tread to the cushion, keeping an eye on the dimly lit surroundings. The flickering candles casted eerie shadows on the tent's walls, with ambiance shortly following. His helm cut half short, to reveal his jaw and allowed raven colored hair to flow just mid way to his chest. The figure eventually settled down, visage eyeing the old hag with wariness. His clothing choice already showed most of what he occupied as - where the armor looked quite lighter than others, mutiple camping bags buckles slouched at his belt. They were stuffed with sleeping supplies and every-day needs like water and food; a wanderer for the days. "I've came in search for a reason." The man spoke. ".. I just didn't find it at my homeland. I hope to find it here."
