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?))
"Haha~! Has that little cousin of mine already spoiled you, madam?" he replied, blue eyes shining with a pleasant light. He didn't seem to hesitate after her invitation, the man parking his robed arse upon the cushioned seat as he flashed a wide smile. "My story is not a long one, but do pardon me if I ramble. It is by the grace of Gott I don't yap my flock's ears off more than necessary." There was a low chuckle there, before he shook his head...
"I am the half-brother of Aermund, and a clergyman of Gott. I was not always this way, but the Light revealed itself to me after a long, long walk through that senseless darkness." He seemed to pause there, his eyes appearing unfocused, if only for a moment... "...It is a shame our Pontiff left the world so early. And to end his own life... Aye, I pray Gott shows mercy, even now. Though the Emperor's brood will certainly allow the Lord's light to be shed upon us." A hand would play with the metallic cross wrapped around his neck in chain. A reminder that he was a servant- not a free man. He served the Emperor, Reinmar, and Gott, and that was a fact he would never forget.
"I... Recently came to help my family in the war with the half-men. My relatives, madmen some are, are ones I love most nonetheless. To pick up an axe or a sword for family is one of the truest causes, and I am not one to let a Heretic's sword cleave my kinsmen." He lightly tapped a thick finger onto the tattered floor of the tent as he spoke... "I used to work as an executioner. My axe was not made for war, but still shed blood. I heard them sometimes you know; the heretics and criminals. I think.. I think my prayers made the screams just a bit quieter. That's why I became a clergyman."
He drifted off to silence after that, his face having warped into a sadder visage... Before he forced himself to grin. "But forget it, the present and the future is more important than this fool's past. Though.. You asked me of my story, now what of yours?"
