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.”
Blun sits down and smiles at the old hag. "Too often have I not been welcomed warmly. I am used to people shying away from me when they see the scars. I am from the Haeseni people. I have decided to leave and start anew in a new place. My family was killed in a house fire which is where I earned these scars. I still have nightmares of that night. My wife and daughter were killed from a falling beam. I have not yet forgiven myself of not being able to help them. I have been trained in combat with my people which i hope to be able to use in getting a job in another city. I just cant stay with my people because of the grief I fee for my wife and daughter." Buln wipes a tear from his cheek. "I hope to be accepted into another city but thank you for not being disgusted by my scars."
