Your character has just arrived in a swampy, dim town. As they look around, their gaze is met with shacks and cabins. It smells of rotted wood and wet moss. They 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.”
Making his way in Orain would sit before his host. His voice would boom as he speaks with a heavy accent. "Well...Seidr I have traveled from my clan and homeland . I have set out to better myself and rebuild, for I'm the last of my blood. But I came to this land hoping, looking for new kin and opportunities." Looking down as he spoke reminded of the event that forced him to start the many years of his journey. How long has it been? how much longer will he be able to go on? The questions plagued his mind. Shaking his head Orain would rase his gaze to meet his hosts before he spoke. "Most of all I need..... purpose. I long to set down roots, establish a cornerstone. That's my story not the best told but its mine."
