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?))
"I come from lands of snow and frost, a place where the sun is just a myth, where gray clauds cover all the sky that can be seen" He breathed intensely, coughed and continued his speech "Children fear cold and the brave fear death, but the intelligent fear life. Thats where I come from a land of no return, of suffering. that's my home" Eddard showed a serious face, he barely seemed to have a hint of feelings. Still, who could judge that a man who had lives in the menacing stalk of death did not smile or cry.
He took a deep look into the candles, tho his face didn't had really any emotion, his eyes said everything. The old hag looked at them "So, what made you come over here?" said. "Madness" Replied Eddard with his eyes soaked in tears, still stearing to the fire of the candle "I had lost everything, my home, my title, and... my family" Eddard gaze went straight into the old witch's eye, his irises were gray, as the ashes that come out from a dying fire, as the fog in a winter afternoon, as the fur of wild wolves. His hair swayed with the little wind that came into the tent. Black as coal, just like his beard. And both contrasted with his white and sad skin. He took a deep breathe and said with a rigid, firm and decisive voice "I want justice for those who took everything from me, I want to have the power to protect those who cannot, and I surely know you can help me" The witch returned a mischievous smile, pleased by what had been said. "So be it" She replied.
