Bread.

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?)) "Why do you ask?" Bradyne questioned, -they responded forcing Bradyne to answer the question, He walked around the hut suspiciously, He looking around, - "I am a guard, I will not give you information, how can I trust you?" He said as he tilted his head, She replies telling him that he must answer as he grumbled about to pull his sword out. "I lived in a village, not a peaceful one per-say, some people were crazy, some just rude. My father was both, and a night. He fought demons that provoked him and defended a kingdom far away. He passed during a battle against orcs. He was slit down the middle into two. Yet I felt happy and free. Maybe i'm not so noble... am I" He said releasing my sword. "After that I became a lone bounty hunter exploring. I dispise the lords of our realm and hate the guards and followers even more. Your not a follower are you?" "no Bradyne Not at all" The woman said, "I came here looking for a Loras staege" The woman smiles "He lives in the house downs the street, good luck" He nodded and double crouched smacking the air, and turned to leave. (I hope you don't mind cause this is out of character and I wont do this in the server but this server is so cool! Thank you for letting me tryout to be apart of it :*) If there are any problems pls tell!)

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?)) "Why do you ask?" -they respond forcing me to answer the question- "I am a noble night, I will not give you information, how can I trust you?" She responds telling me I must respond as I grumble gripping my Ivory sword in my belt. "I live in a village, not a peaceful one per-say, some people were crazy, some just rude. My father was both, and a night. He fought demons that provoked him and defended the kingdom of Dawn and Dusk. He passed during the Elven Cold War. He was slit down the middle into two. Yet I felt happy and free. Maybe i'm not so noble... am I" I said releasing my sword. "After that I became a lone bounty hunter exploring. I dispise the lords of our realm and hate the guards and followers even more. Your not a follower are you?" "no Bradyne Not at all" That woman says, "so I came here looking for a Loras staege?" The woman smiles "He lives in the house downs the street, good luck" Bradyne nodds and turns to leave. (I hope you don't mind cause this is out of character and I wont do this in the server but this server is so cool! Thank you for letting me tryout to be apart of it :*) If there are any problems pls tell!)