Elijah pauses at the entrance of the tattered tent, the damp air clinging to his clothes as candlelight flickers across his face. He lowers himself onto the offered cushion with a cautious nod, hands clasped loosely as he listens.
“I’ve heard stories,” he begins after a moment, his voice steady despite his youth. “Tales passed between travelers and guards… of creatures that stalk the wilds, and of those who choose to hunt them rather than hide.”
His gaze drifts briefly toward the tent’s opening before returning to the old woman. “I know I’m not one of them—not yet,” he admits. “But I want to be. I want to learn how to survive against what lurks beyond the roads, not for glory, but so fewer people have to fear the dark.”
He exhales slowly, gathering his resolve. “Some speak of legendary hunters—men shaped by discipline and hardship rather than magic alone. If such paths exist, I want to walk one of them… even if it means starting with nothing but stories and bruises.”
Elijah straightens slightly. “That’s why I’m here. Not because I’m special—but because I’m willing.”
(I do not have an official skin yet but the one i attached is a reference, I am making one right now just trying to find the right details.)
