Good_Master-2

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?)) In front of the old woman stood a tired grey-blue eyed youngster, no less than 20 years old. He was wearing an old scarlet kontusz, under which chain mail and a shirt were visible. He reeked of dried-up river silt, and his boots and feet were all worn out. From his appearance it was clear that he was tired and had not eaten properly for a long time, and yet he was broad in the shoulders and held his back like a swan, not giving it away. "Good day, gracious hostess," said Krasimir, bowing slightly, "my long journey was not easy. Please allow a distant traveler to scoop up a little water before we talk." The old woman nodded her head without taking her eyes off the boy. "Yes, why not? Drink as much as you like, dear. There's water from the well in the barrel." Krasimir scooped up some water from the barrel, brought the ladle to his mouth and slowly drank it to the bottom. Then he wiped his mouth with his sleeve and looked towards the old woman—"Thank you," *sat down on a stool* "As for my story, I'm a simple Nord. I left home for a better life, there's no future for me in our land. But I think when I get to the Capital, I'll join the king's army and win glory for myself throughout the world! And there will be adventures and honor. . . The hag's expression changed abruptly. The playfulness and sarcasm were gone, only boredom in her eyes. She slowly slid her tongue over her rotten teeth and decided to ask, "Is that all? Oh, darling, he-he, I'm afraid to upset you... Well, yes, I don't meddle in other people's affairs, but why are you dressed up like that? Where is your sword, or at least some kind of steed?" Krasimir froze for a moment, thought and answered softly smirking:"The capital is a decent city, it's clear that you can't sign up for the army in rags... but don't worry about me, I'm a resourceful guy. You better tell me where I can find some work here?" The hag smiled again. She stood up, leaning on the pick, and patted him on the shoulder, saying, "Oh-oh-ho... don't worry, sunshine, you'll get work."