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?)) Fenrir stopped at the door, taking a deep breath as his emerald eyes locked onto the old hag. He paused for a moment before taking a step inside, moving and taking a seat. "Story. ." He made a pause yet more. Looking at the hag with a suspicious glance." I come from a far place. . Off realm. ." He spoke with a slight stutter in his voice, thinking for a moment before continuing. " A new life is what i seek here. . Without any regards for the past i once held. No regrets that my past wants me to be taken over by." Fenrir spoke more, his eyes flicking around at the suspended candles, with some kind of interest as they stopped on them for a second before swiftly moving back to the old hag.
He took a deep breath as he then got up, making sure his longbow and dagger stood carefully in their places. "My story started far away, as i ran from a wrong conviction. No one's trust is high enough to believe me. . " Fenrir took a few steps in a small circle, looking quite annoyed. "I left before they got their dirty hands on me! Their to blame! " He spoke in a slight anger outburst, his feet stomping the ground. "If void is what they accuse me off. Then that's what they shall get from me. " He spoke in a hiss, his eyes flicking around. "If you wish to be atleast a bit of help. . Tell me where Celianor is, and i will be on my way." Fenrir asked, his eyes moving towards the suspended candles, and then back onto the old hag once more.
