OOC Minecraft Username: Kostadim Are you at least 18 years old?: I am 20 Have you read the rules? (Link): Yes! — In-Character Read the following prompt: The rhythmic lull of hoofbeats are a marching drum to the small group of pioneers and variety of folk you have found yourself amongst, packed into a wobbling wagon. The rolling plains of the Southern Reach and a clear sky stretch out all around you, the buzz of excited chatter a dull wash in your ears as your mind strays to your former life and what has led you here to new lands. “Nervous?” You blink, returning to the present moment. A kindly older woman sat near you is smiling warmly with a crinkle to her eyes. “I can tell it’s your first time. Still remember mine,” she flashes a grin and leans in. “Tell me my dear, why have you come to the Reach?” How do you respond (in character)? (150 words minimum - please make sure to include some references to our lore in your response!) Dirlen blinked, squinting briefly at the woman. She noticed him, she was *talking* to him, how unnerving. How miserable, this wasn’t normal, this wasn’t something people just did. Too late to worry over it.. How was he to answer her? He could say he was from the Mistan isles, a shipmate trying his hand at sailing in the more southern waters.. No, that wouldn’t make sense, he didn’t have the attitude of a Mistan, he was too dull-mannered. Didn’t even have the accent or slang down properly. It’d clearly be an easy to see through lie.   Maybe the Valk story would work? He could pass off as one easily enough, just say he was an adventuring merchant. Coming from all the way up north to try and see what sort of treasure or merchandise he could find and sell. No, wait. She’d probably ask him to tell some stories, talk about some stupid tall tale those obnoxious Valkyians like to spin.   Not much time, she’s waiting for something. Annoying old hag, wait. A Jack, he could just say he was a Jack, he was rugged looking enough. He could just say he was tracker from the swamps, looking for work in easier land. It's perfect, not complicated and it fits his travel story, an easy answer.“I…” The man began speaking, the words immediately catching in his throat as he tried to find the way to express himself.   “Er-” He stuttered, awkwardly. Trying to remedy the conversation by forcing an uneven smile, coming off more as creepy than friendly.   “...South.” He eventually muttered back, just leaving his answer at that. His perfect alibi that he conjured at a moment’s notice, killed in its crib. Ruined.   The lady gave the man an odd look, she seemed to just leave him alone after that. Good enough. Character Name: Dirlen  Character Race: Human Falstoner Character Age: 34 Brief Physical Description: A black haired man with brown eyes. Roughly 6'0 in height and 165 lbs with a mesomorphic build.