MagicHero181

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?)) Will acts as if he didn't notice the gesture to the seat, so he remains standing. He sees her questioning expression, and he decided to tell her his story. "Fine. I'll talk. I was a normal civilian in a separate kingdom from the one I am in now until I was chosen to become a Ranger when my future mentor noticed my skills. I was already highly skilled with archery at the age of 16. My mentor, Horace, taught me everything I know. I spent 5 years as his apprentice until I graduated to an official Ranger by age 20." Will realizes his legs were getting stiff, so he sat down. "Later on, I accomplished great feats for my kingdom, and I was given high praise by townsfolk and my mentor alike. Us Rangers were like unofficial law upholders. Life was good in the kingdom until my role was revoked by someone framing me of killing an innocent civilian. Even though I know it was a bandit looking for money. I tried to stop him, but he got away. Horace was even disappointed in my so called "treason" to his craft, and he failed to believe me. There was too much evidence pointing to me somehow. And now I am here. Looking for safe haven." As he was speaking, Will realized he was getting a bit hungry, so he starts to end his tale. "I know many townsfolk find my skills of concealing my body as a form of black magic, but it it all simply just their perceptions tricking them. But I like it this way, so there I can be unbothered." Now that Will's story was finished, he skips straight to this dire question burning in his mind. "By the way, might you have any food? My journey here has left me eating dried fruits and steaks in stews." Will then remembers his food satchel lying next to his seat. "Or I could just cook my own food." And he gestures towards the direction the cooking pot he saw outside. Tears slowly formed under his cowl as he remembered times when he cooked with his mentor, Horace.