Danteliia

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?))

Example: I  gaze at the inside of the tent once more as I rest at the pointed out cushion. "Cease the anxiousness child, there is nothing to fear." she endorses me to speak. "Well..." I stutter "My little brother and I made the decision of coming to the town for the purpose of freely learning as well as enjoying our wood elven traditions since we were forbidden to do that by our parents in own house". As a rensponse to that the old hag stare becomes full of curiosity. I notice that and continue on telling the story "Barbu'lirr, the brother, was adopted by my parents when I as at the age of three springs. They wanted a girl tough they found out his true gender after the procces of adoption ended. Our parents lived in denial for the next two years and continuesly were using the wrong pronous. The said two years passed and the vicious shaming started. Untill that point, they've seen me as the well educated and bright golden child as I was, and still am, in love with studying history and geographical traits of our relam, but I wanted to protect my little brother as I love him with my whole heart, and as a result, they've turned on me too. Our caretakers, as I mentioned before, forbited us from participating in the Elven cuture, aldough used it as a punishment, by unconsentually tattoing Barbu'lirr's neck and my face." the old hag carefully touches my forehead and moves my fringe to have a better look at the tatto. "We are looking forward to never coming back to that house, and we,re searching for a place to stay and small side jobs." I gaze at her eyes with beseech in my eyes and ask "Sorry for oversharing but... are you willing to help us?". As I continue on asking, she grabs my hand and says "Kerrvuln, let's wait for your bother and then we will talk.