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.” ((How do you respond?))
Celric looks surprised but delighted to be invited into the tent. "I'm not too sure where you know me from, ma'am, but I appreciate your hospitality all the same." Celric responds while attempting to sit mostly on the cushion. "I hope you haven't mistaken me for someone else, I'm sure I'm not one of the heroes you're used to seeing around." Celric continues, "I'm sure your own story and those you've heard are far more interesting tales. I'm a simple man, meself. I've lived off the land and travelled most my life, helping small towns deal with bothersome beasts. No more bothersome a beast than man, however I have little in the ways of experience with 'em. No, game is more my expertise." Celric beams down at the woman. "I'm certainly no hero, no more than a hunter and trapper for hire. Alas, time goes on and the troubles of the small villages have eased as they've grown to towns and as such, I find I may need to find a different calling."
Celric settles himself further into the cushion, sighs, and continues. "I may continue this way for some time yet, or I may find a place to settle down in, maybe start up me own pub. Always had a penchant for making mead, though mind you, not always intentionally." Celric laughs deeply. "One time I simply forgot blueberries within my satchel, gods only know however long, and if you'll humor me, finest blueberry wine within all of Aevos. Gave some to a weary traveller I met, lad nearly wept with joy." Celric holds both hands on his knees and continues chuckling, "Course, can't say for certain he wasn't just happy to finally have some drink after such a long travel." Celric realizes he's trailed off, "Ahh, but where are me manners. My name is Celric Belseda, hunter and trapper. Now, please, tell me about yourself, miss?"
