Fantasy Traveler
"Welcome Traveler!" A strange man calls to you, sitting beside a small campfire. He looks old, with grey hairs filling his hair and long beard. He is clothed in roughspun clothes that seem to have seen many a journey. "Come, sit by my fire. I am but a simple wanderer, a collector of stories. I find the the stories of people are the most interesting, and it seems you have one or two stories yourself." The man says. "Sit now, and tell me a story or two. I'll feed you in exchange, it would be the least I could do."
Who?
Who are you, exactly?
Skills
What sort of things can you do?
Things
What sort of things do you have?
Spice of Life
How has the spice of life affected you?
Extra
A few extra, outside the box choices.
As the night goes on, the two of you talk and talk, deep into the night. You speak of many things, speaking of fantastical and mundane things alike. The old man's voice is calm and soothing, speaking with the weight of experience and wisdom. He regales you with many stories, of battles and hero's of old, of common folk and great rulers. He speaks as if he was there, and his storytelling masterful enough to draw you in, feeling as if you were there too.
But all things must come to an end, even this night. Though it feels like it has gone on far longer than any night should, the fire fades, and you head off to sleep. As the first light comes, you wake and the old man from before is long gone, the only remnants left are the small campfire. You pack your things, getting ready to head on towards a new adventure