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?))
He would sit on the cushion with hesitation. His large frame casts a shadow on the tent walls behind. The light of the candles only illuminates the bottom of his face. He would stare for a moment then say "I'm a half orc half human but other than that I'm not sure of my origins." Shero looks at his cloak with eyes that seem lost, then he continues, "I was found in a desert as a baby, vulnerable, alone and dehydrated, I couldn't tell you why or how but there was a Human who found me and decided to take me in. His name was Arthur, He taught me to fight. He wasn't perfect, but he understood what I was. Half a human. He wanted to train my anger and make me hone it instead of lashing out... he wanted me to live as a human," A look of shame is plastered on his face, his head goes down, and he mutters "he failed.”
He readjusts himself, clears his throat, and would say "I'm a wanderer by trade, I have spent most of my life traveling from town to town looking for a place to belong. I haven't found one yet." A memory surfaces itself with vivid flames and steel clashing, this brings with it a rush of anger that then seems to fade slowly until a sense of calm. "I can't blame them... I'm... angry. I solve issues with violence. I can't seem to help it. Not many places accept that lifestyle." He pauses, considering why or what he's doing here, he thinks about this hag, this place, and he thinks ‘Why have I shared so much? It's not like me.’ His towering figure looms above the hag, his head touching the top of the tent, and then he says "I'm sure you have plenty of stories you hear daily." Clear anger with himself for sharing, but a part of him feels a weight off his shoulders. Before he leaves, and despite what he feels, he mutters a quiet "Thank you."
