Khali

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?)) Kalihan would stand still, arms crossed loosely by the stomach area, looking down and not directly at the hag. -I am but a Nomad looking for land to place a home and farm to live my days in peace. I wish to and have escaped the rule of man to man exploitation, the un-godly kings of Norland are deceivers trying to pretend they are prophets of God. I will bow to no man, i kneel only to god, until my day will come, i only wish for that day to be in peace, in my own home. But if i die a martyr helping the helpless, Surely god Will Reward me With paradise. I am curious of the lands of The Kurai-Kuni, perhaps i will find like minded people there, If God wills it. as Kalihan finished the sentence, he would mutter under his breath a prayer.