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.”
Vernal Díaz del Castillo takes a minute to process the petition, then takes a sit and stares to the hag in disbelief "You surely must be brave to expect me, a soldier of god and the four prophets, being the awful witch you are, señora... However, if we have crossed paths that must mean this is the way god intended, so I'll spare your life... for now..." Vernal Díaz del Castillo leaves his greatsword supported on the ground "If it is my origins what you seek then that I will tell you: Las gentes call me Vernal Díaz del Castillo, and if that name sounds weird to you, that's because I am a proud Hispiano! I was born into a poor family and had to earn a living through cunning and trickery in the slums. Until one day, Father Guillermo rescued me and cared for me as his own son. From that moment on, I learned the basics of my religion and decided to enlist to defend and preach my beliefs and values. ¡I'm a soldier of god and I'm going to protect the servants of the people
