Nadir is a Haeseni Highlander who lives in a simple existence as a woodcutter and carpenter near the kingdom of Haense, he lives on his modest craft alone though age slows his progress as he enters his quarter-life, be begins to long for more from life. He strays from the locale he knows and grew up in for more adventure and possibly companionship. He is eager to talk shop with other craftsmen and craftswomen. Always curious, with a special fondness for rare woods.
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.”
Nadir scrunches his face at the acrid aroma within the tent, "You-u were expecting me?" he draws the vowels out in exaggeration as he studies the interior, he nods as he is told to sit choosing to throw his caution to the wayside. He claps his hands on his knees after taking a seat on the moudly cushion, choosing to ignore the musty smell, "I've just arrived from the North, was always told it was nicer in here in the South, though I can't.." he sniffs the air, "..quite get used to the smell of all this humidity, it carries anything on it, the scents I mean, they're strong!" he coughs, clearing his throat to try to fill the awkwardness.
"You see, I was searching for someone." he says carefully, eyeing the hags expression as she stares uncomfotably into his eyes ((I'm assuming this is an NPC, would not normally power-game another players character.)) "Someone who came to rescue me once, a girl." he continues, "I'd run out of firewood you see, terrible buisness with a blizzard and she was travelling the road and happened upon my cabin, and she so happened to have a cord of wood, Northern pine, I remember the smell." He looked to see if she was still listening intently, /she was/. "We broke bread and in exchange for shelter from the passing storm I did help her unload that wood and we stayed a while together until it passed, I grew fond of her but she was not from my homeland, she said she lived, here." He said with some finality, "Her name was Isabelle".
His attention returned to the moment, "Though you said you were expecting me." He scratched his well groomed beard thoughtfully, "How could that be so?"
