Ryomen

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.” He scratches his had slightly, then questioned: "How do you-... argh, whatever. My story, huh?" He sits up, thinking about his story and beginns telling: "Well, i was a traveller before, going through the land, looking at Cities, Villages and Landscapes... My goal always being to see more of this world and the wonders it brings along. Talking to people, making friends or even fighting foes." He looks around the tend ones more. "I've seen a lot from this world, you know? And after wandering around i stumbled Upon this... town, i guess."

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-... argh, whatever. My story? I dont really have an interesting story. I lived my life like any other.