Aeolus

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?)) Example: My story? It's a long one and I wouldn't want to waste your time ma'am so I'll make it quick *Leo would give the hag a half-truthed smile hiding something deep down from her gaze taking a seat.* Well.. I am a simple kid who dreamed of helping others I wish to become a knight one day and serve the people I come from a small village that was torn apart and.. I want to find who did it. What about you? What's your story?

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?)) I come from deep deep below nobility my kin once was.. I hunt those who have harmed my blood.. and a love lost under stone and ruin.. "Aeoleos forced a smile at the lady " I will find my kin and lead them like my father before me.

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?)) I come from a town deep deep below my kin considered nobility once now a long lost thought in the wind.. I hunt those who harmed my kin and to find a love lost in stone and ruin. " forcing a smile he gently patted the hag. " My kin roam the lands and I need to find them.. to.. become someone my father would've been proud of.