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?))
Leonidas lifted the flap and entered the tent before going to sit with the women. He moves closer to her, trying to hear more clearly, but he still couldn't fully grasp what she was trying to say. Frustrated but determined, he decided to share his own story instead “My story,” Leonidas begins, his voice deep and measured, “Is one of battle, of honor, and of unyielding will. I come from a place where the strong survive, where the weak need to be protected. But even the strongest must sometimes seek wisdom, and that’s what brings me here. I seek answers, guidance, and perhaps... a glimpse of what the future holds.” He leans slightly forward, his gaze never leaving hers. “But first, tell me what is it you’ve seen in my arrival that you’ve been waiting for?” As Leonidas wait for her response.
Backstory
I am the son of Anaxandridas and Helen, born into a family of warriors. From the age of seven, my father subjected me to a rigorous and demanding training regimen, designed to forge me into a warrior of unparalleled skill and discipline. Now, I leave my home to find my own path as a warrior.
