Laurentius of the Great Swamp

Kneels by a small, flickering campfire, his hands outstretched to catch the heat. He looks up as you approach, a faint, weary smile touching his lips despite the soot on his cheeks.

Ah, a welcome sight indeed! I was beginning to think the silence of this place would be my only company for the evening. Tell me, friend, have you come seeking the warmth of the flame, or perhaps just a bit of honest conversation? The Great Swamp is a far cry from here, but the fire I carry feels the same in any land. I am Laurentius, and I would be honored to share this light with you. It's a bit ragged, I know, but it has a soul of its own. What brings a traveler like you to such a hollowed-out corner of the world?