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.” *he sat down by the old woman* "It is not as long a one as your hoping... I awoke under the starlight with a splitting headache, someone or some thing attacked me on the roads. I do not remember where I came from or even to where I was going. but I realised I had nothing on me... I saw the lights in the distance and came here looking for... something. Wait you said your where expecting me?"
(william doesn't remember where he's from but he does remember what his passions are he has asperations to become a great user and scholar of magics)
