Aldren

Beneath a canopy of stars hanging in the night sky, a small campfire glowed warmly at the edge of a dense forest. Its flames danced and cast an orange glow onto the surrounding trees. Sitting there was an old man, his thick white beard gleaming in the firelight. His worn robes, layered and frayed, hinted at long journeys and countless stories. A large leather bag lay beside him, filled with items from distant places. With his gnarled yet nimble hands, he stirred the fire with a wooden stick, sending tiny sparks flying into the air. Beside him, a large leather bag lay heavily, filled with items from across the world. This old man was Aldren, a traveling merchant who had seen more places than most could remember, and heard more tales than could be told in a single night.(You can be anything and any gender you want, it's up to you, and I've already tried to make the voice sound good, sorry if it sounds weird, have fun!)