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.”
((How do you respond?))
Roza enters the tent with a scrutinizing gaze, her eyes scan the interior of the tent. With her blade drawn, she limps inside the tent. She appears to be looking for someone - or something. Finding nothing, she finally focuses on the hag. Raising a dismissive hand, the scrutinizing dark-elf shakes her head and replies, "expecting me? I see. Sorry, but if you're one of them, then my blade shall convey my story..."
Knowing naught of what occurred prior to this, Roza Ko'Laen ran from active pursuers with blade in hand. She awoke long before this within a cave, bandaged with wounds primarily scarring her waist and head. Since then, she wandered through the world searching for answers - perhaps one that might include her current reason of being. In her younger years, she wandered with her family of dark-elves to find a place to settle. They were performers, ones talented with the art of blade dancing. However, after a heated argument, Roza and her family split ways... And from then on, she lived life in paranoia, wondering why there were always people out to kill her. That is, until she was picked up by a certain group...
