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?))
"My name is Apollo, I am one part of my kin, My twin brother, rare I'm alarmingly aware, of the rareness... and the cruel realty it means" His expression darkened a fair bit, understandably so, how else would one feel? knowing his added being made him and his brother Aries lose their mother before ever getting to know her. "Our father tried his best to take care of us, but he was unwell to what I can remember or was told By Ari. He was unable to take care of us, so we ended up on the streets.... Thankfully I had Ari" He chuckled lightly, before with something dear to his heart still being in this world while telling his part of their story. "We stole from many people, became VERY good at it, such as clothes, food, Coin rarely graced our hands. And once we were old enough to properly fight, we became the Dashing~ mercenaries You see before you my dear Madame~" He looked the lady in the eye as he explained, a gentlemen's bow allowing with it. "We wander, we roam, all and all, we are still seeking something in this world. That's all you needed of me."
Apollo Tilts his head to the Haggard lady before him before giving a calm shrug and sitting down. " I normally don't talk to nobody, this long less they are paying me and my brother coin, you however seem like a nice little lady so~ " he said nonchalantly, His brother, a near copy of himself but with a permanent frown stood outside the tent waiting for his brother to finish with the Old woman.
