Bromeules

You’ve just arrived in a swampy, dim town. As you look around, your gaze is met with shacks and cabins. It smells of rotted wood and wet moss. You 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.” "I'm not sure" Loric looks to the old women in a daze. The top of his head has a decent bruise on it. "My memory is foggy. All I can remember was waking up in the mountains gates of the grand kingdom of Urugran. A short man explained where I was and introduced himself as a grandaxe. Which I'm not sure what that ment considering he was of short stature - anyways he asked me my name and I had completely forgotten it. He liked the name Loric because one of his distant relatives was named that and he said my last name was to be gates since I was found just outside the gates of Urguan." The women looked at me and asked me if I remembered my dream. "Coming to think of it - I do remember some men in blue and white cloaks... silver blades I believe they were called." The old women raised a brow. "Well, I believe those lads exist she explained, but they're of lower status than there days" she said. "Well that's all I remember from my dream so they could have some importance to my past life. I'm keen on seeking them out" I said.