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.”
As Eirik(a player) and Amirah(another player) started explaining things to the old hag, Aziz’s attention faded almost instantly. Their voices blended into a low mumbel about parents , travel, dark elves, "They Kicked us after they got what they wanted! what else do you want to know you OLD lady... maybe be useful and give us food or something" he got up as Amirah was yapping to her.
and he cut her off a bit "We got adopted by darkelves... they made us work for them while our "mother" pretended to love us until she had her own child... and now we're here...okay?" he told her rolling his eyes back as Amirah started yapping again.
his gaze drifted away scanning the place, eyes half sleep from how tired he is, thoughts already slipping elsewhere, worrying about what to do next.
He only snapped back when Sybelle’s (another player) voice rang through his ears sharp and annoying as ever.
“AZIZ, can you buy me a drink?”
"ugh, so annoying" he whispered to himself.
He turned his head lazily toward her, blinking once… twice… then let out a soft, annoyed exhale. Without a word, he looked away again, choosing the quiet corner of the place over any argument.
Aziz sat down on the cold ground, knees drawn up, back resting against the wall. the noise of his siblings fading back into background chatter.
“Wake me when you’re done yapping,” he muttered under his breath, barely audible, eyes already half-shut.
