MarquisVanBland

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?)) Bismarck von Leistung rises his Eye brow and stares into her Eyes and replies "I'm Shocked anyone would expect a old man like me," He finishes has he takes a drink from his large bag filled with unknown amounts of items ready for sell. Has he sips the last drop of his Drink, he looks around and finaly feels safe for now he doesn't have to travel any further till he can call his last place to call home.

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 Cough, "You've been Expecting me? Quite odd, most haven't awaited for my arrival in damn long years." I pause and grab a small bottle from my purple silk bag, with gold lining. "I come from the Lands of the Zurks, my Diarch died in battle and my Nation now lays in Ruin. I'm here to see the other nations of the world, and full fill the rest of my life has a humble hermit, I don't wish to relive my past ever again."