FadedMoonlight

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?))

The elf reluctantly sat on the cushion she had so kindly been offered. Nature, the earthy aroma of the shanty town somehow felt like home to her. She smiled to the old woman, unsure of her intentions. The first words that came to her mind were, "Well, uh..." ramblings that didn't present a single thought. The girl shivered, anxiety beginning to overwhelm her simply from the awkwardness that she had accidentally created. The only way out of this now was to give the old woman what she wanted. She was expecting her? Then who was she to deny the elderly such a tale.

"I was born to a family that I do not know, to a people that I do not know." She leaned forward from her seat, beginning to tell her tale as if it were an epic, or perhaps a tragedy. "Ever since I can remember, I was being moved from group to group. My protector for the day, handing me off to the next trader for the sum of nothing but sympathy. But, the issue with being precious cargo comes with that of age." She lifted her finger, pointing to her own face. "Eventually, they thought that I was old enough to wield a sword... they were wrong." Her eyes narrowed, as if she had been filled with guilt in but a second. "One day, my protector of the day... died... And I didn't know where to go." A single tear, pain of the past plaguing her heart like the most potent poison money could buy. "I kept walking... and walking... and walking... until I couldn't walk anymore. I know nothing of my people, history is but a blur in my mind, I feel like a fish out of water... but that would imply that I was once in water."

She leaned back once more, away from the old woman, away from the aura of sadness that she had created in but a few short sentences. 
"I wish to know more, miss. I've been cargo my entire life, but for the rest of it, I wish to be a scholar. I want to see what this world has hid from me. I want to know where I came from."