Returning to the Forgotten Lands [Private]

Dania traveled through the Forgotten Lands. She was her on some business, something she should have probably attended to long ago. She had a Curse, one no one living knew of. She once had a group of friends, of five. They slowly began killing each other off while possessed under Dania's influence, until eventually one more lived, which eventually came to kill himself.

She has been journeying ever since she was young, and this was going to be her first time returning to her home village since she had left. Dania left for a fairly obvious reason -- her curse. If she had remained in small town with barely any residents compared to a larger city, people would have quickly realized that there was a connection between her and the nearby murders, or so she feared. There was one person who she knew was suspicious of her presence. That was why she had planned to return today, to rid the world of this man. She's become paranoid, between the Curse eating away at her mind constantly and the worries of eventually being caught. Back when she was still learning how to deal with the curse, she felt she was more clumsy. Not enough of an act was put up when she had others commit their crimes for her. One man made it rather apparent that he was somewhat suspicious, that was when Dania decided it would be better to flee her hometown rather than to remain. There were less chances to ease her pain from the curse, but she felt more secure knowing that it would be hard to pin any murders on her powers.

She finally stepped foot within the town, having just entered from the main path which entered from the South. She covered her head with the hood of her cloak, hoping that no one would recognize her. No one should, it had been around ten years, most people probably would have assumed she had died a long time ago.

Robin had been rather bored all morning, if he were honest, there was not much to do within the small town he called home and what little there was mostly involved places he wanted no part in or really had no idea of what purpose they served due to his young age such as a small tavern which served as the majority of the 'entertainment' for the locals who had nothing better to do with their days than drink them away while mourning the ones already passed. He had not really been doing all that much in terms of exploring the world or defeating powerful enemies as he had thought due mainly to the fact that he was rather low on funds in order to travel great distances and the only items he had on hand were ones that he found scattered throughout the alleyways and slums of this worthless town.

With a sigh, he decided to walk idly towards the southern entrance of the town, planning to see if he could steal a few fruits from a few trees that were kept by farmers on the edge of town. He was interrupted in his thoughts by virtue of having bumped into a stranger who seemed about his age, possibly older, although it was hard to tell due to the cloak they wore and the fact that he was uncertain as to whether or not this stranger was a boy or a girl. Admittedly, he was a bit annoyed that he had been drawn out of his thoughts, but at the same time he realized that seeing as there was so little to do in this forsaken place - He might as well attempt to see if this person was worth talking to at all and if he were lucky, he might have just found a way to kill time for the rest of the day:

"Hey, sorry about that." He said, trying to sound apologetic in his tone but coming off as a bit monotone or apathetic due to his lack of overall emotion that showed in his normal speaking voice. "Didn't see you there - You new here?" He asked, raising a brow with a hint of curiosity. "-Because I don't think I've seen you around before, and I thought I knew everyone around here." He would continue, before then offering a hand for a handshake. "Name's Robin." He introduced himself, trying to do his best small-talk but again likely coming off as a bit uncaring for this whole situation. Regardless, he would wait for a response from the stranger with his hand outstretched until the stranger would response, putting it down if not shaken or after being shaken as his red eyes examined the stranger for any sign of who they were exactly as he waited.

Dania continued to travel through the entrance, lost in her thoughts. Unaware of her surroundings, she accidentally bumped into a child heading out the same entrance she just entered from. He apologized before she could, she merely looked up towards him and spoke, "Oh, I'm sorry. I wasn't watching where I was going." She said, thought she assumed it was the same for the child. Unless he was tried to steal something from off of her, which he probably found himself disappointed if he had. She didn't have much.

He continued to talk though. She was ready to leave, but it didn't appear he meant any harm. He asked if Dania was new her. "No." She said, simply. "I've been here before. I just don't come to visit all too often.." she says, and begins to gesture around "I think you can probably tell why, no offense." She speaks, trying to mean some slight offense in order to maybe persuade him to leave or consider doing something else. "I'm just here to look around. Passing through, maybe I'll resupply, if I have enough money" She continued. The boy introduced himself as Robin. "That's nice." She began, once again trying to dissuade the man from continuing to talk to her. She didn't want to give him her real name, she was born here after all. "My name is Nidia." She said, with some slight hesitation. "Nice to meet you, I suppose." She finished, looking back at the man and giving him what could barely be considered a proper handshake.