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?))
As the foggy and rainy night stormed over the swampy dim light town, Varian would walk into the tattered tent following behind this olden lady. Varian would take off his shoulder pads and gloves placing them down beside him as he sat down. Varian looked towards the old lady with a smile growing on her face as it beamed into Varian causing him to shed a slight tear with a smile on his face. Who was this strange old lady that made the Brave Varian cry, "I shall tell you all about my adventures and stories.... Mother.." Varian would look deeply into his mothers eyes as one does after not seeing her for so long. Varian rambled on and on before sunlight invaded the light throughout the tent. Varian simply smiled yet again before standing back up hugging his mother one last time before placing his shoulder pads back on with his gloves. "Varian.. You forgot this." His mother threw over his fathers old knight cloak. It was made of a dark red cloth with a golden chain around the front, the cloak itself was long enough to touch the heel of Varian's boots. Varian would proceed to place on his new cloak moving his dirty brown hair on top of the flowing cloak that moved with each gust of wind. Varian would then look into his mothers eyes one last time yet again before swiftly opening up the tent stepping back out and returning back to his new home kingdom.
