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?)) Kazral nods, approaching the chair the hag has directed to and sits down, letting out a sigh as his body relaxes. Looks up at the hag before speaking.
"My story, This is just the beginning of my story. I come from far away, across vast planes and endless oceans and now I find myself here in this ummmm, Tent"
He says with a smile
"But this won't be my last stop, I plan to keep going, forge my own path and create my own destiny, I have dreams and goals and a means to achieve my dreams and you will see, this will not be the last time you see or hear of me. I will make a name for myself and I will make sure everyone knows it, my story is currently nothing, blank, dull like a unsharpened blade. But the winds of change or upon us, and its about time I take ahold of those winds and show this world who Kazral Khral is"
He says as he stands up pushing the chair in and promptly leaves the tent not looking back.
