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.”
"I've been wandering these lands ever since my parents died when I was 10, While traveling in the harsh weather of The continent of Aevos. Battling through the people who look at me with disgust, just to find a place that finally accepts me, but I know I won’t stop until I find a place I can finally call home."
