Krasota

Your character has just arrived in a swampy, dim town. As they look around, their gaze is met with shacks and cabins. It smells of rotted wood and wet moss. They 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?))

Krasota would awkwardly glance behind her, then back at the old lady, as if waiting for something to happen. Eventually, her eyes widened with realization; the old hag had been talking to her. "Uh... I mean, I just kind of... wandered?" Krasota mumbled with uncertainty, more of a question than an answer, scratching her head nervously. "I am Krasota." She paused before offering a weak smile. Krasota stared at the old lady for a moment, but only the sound of crickets filled the air. Eventually, she finally sat down, tapping her fingers on her lap, gaining the courage to begin discussing her journey despite her previous hesitation. "So, uhm, I am a Mali’ame, if you don't know what that is... it just means I am a wood elf." Krasota cleared her throat, wiping her palms on the fabric of her clothes. She was becoming less nervous, but considering she had spent most of her life in a secluded forest with only other elves, it was understandable that she had doubts about strangers. "I am an archer back at home, it is actually a passion of mine."

Krasota would then spend the rest of the afternoon conversing with the mysterious old hag, discussing important aspects of her life. She explained of her community's faith, Aspectism, which brought together woodland elves in peace, and how it majorly affected the life of the forest. As well, Krasota shared some personal details about her family, about how childbirth is a rare form, and it is unlikely she would ever have siblings, if not for another 15 long years. In the current moment, Krasota had ventured from her forest on a whim, having been suggested by a friend who always expressed that "she was young" and "needed to get out of the forest every once and a while", so, that was what she was doing right now, and how she ended up talking to this old lady for hours, trying to get some insight on other cultures and places.