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.”
"Ah Yes, Of course you recognize me Solis Lux Student of the light And- and, Wait, you were expecting me did you bring me here into this Smelly sad town and get me covered in This M-muck?"(gives a look like Sorry too far) "Ah- er, Ok, I was Practicing my light magic out in the training area back in the academy when Well I ended up here"(Solis Passed out trying to cast spells) "Ok Now that is out of the way I feel like it's your turn mysterious old lady to explain why I'm here?"
(Solis Is a Knight from "a far away place" Land Of The Light But he just cant seem to get a hold of this whole magic thing. While his older brother is almost on the same level as the masters as well being heir to the thrown Solis feels that he must prove him self. That in combination with the fact he has been the youngest child and coddled by their mother he is failing to match his brother's magic and even worse Solis's brother doesn't even know about this competition between them. And all this makes Solis quite sour sometimes even though he means well usually.)
