__Arcadian__

You’ve just arrived in a swampy, dim town. As you look around, your gaze is met with shacks and cabins. It smells of rotted wood and wet moss. You duck and step into a tattered tent, illuminated by a series of candles suspended in the air. At the back of the tent, an old hag raises her head, “What brings you to this dingy town? she begins, then pauses to study your face—”Ah, it’s you. I’ve been expecting you. Sit,” she gestures at a cushion, “Tell me your story.”

((How do you respond?))
"Hello ma'am. My name is Katharos Freyr and I come from deep within the forests of Laureh'lin."  The young Elf keep her eyes on the woman as she takes a seat at the mentioned cushion "I am excited for this journey of mine, exploring the world I mean. I do love my home but I wish to experience the world around me in person and help those in need among the way." You can see the nervousness in Katharos' body language, anything from rapid eye movement to fiddling with her hands. "Bringing this up has always made a few memories resurface, you see." She looks up and gives the hag a determined look "No bad memories, no no no. I was born of mixed blood you see, I did inherit all the necessary skills for a high elf but I was never that competitive within my area. I suppose that's a bit of my fault as well, but my friends always attempted to help me gain confidence in that. Apparently my Ma and Pa was the same way, since no one within my family does any competitions."  Katharos breaks the eye contact to glance at her hands 'I can only hope', She seems to ponder what to say next, shortly her mouth opens once again: "My skills lie the best among foraging and farming but an occasional hunt is fun. Either way I hope I can help many people and hopefully make friends in the process!"