LightningArts

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?))

Fiore wouldn't have ever dreamed of coming to a dingy town like this, actually she would have never been in a town like this if she didn't need to but unfortunately for her, she felt drawn to the town so she didn't have a choice. She almost looked offended when the old woman started talking, someone talking to her? Don't they know who she was, what she was, she was a high elf she deserved respect, to be greeted like she was royalty, not drawn into this disgusting tent with this old wrinkly human woman! Taking a breath to compose herself so she didn't snap at the woman Fiore did sit, but she made sure the chair was at least clean before sitting.
"Why do you have any right to know who I am?" She huffed, but continued before the woman could actually respond "I was framed! Tried for treason! Me honestly it was insulting to assume I'd do anything of the sort! Of all the things they could insult me with!" Fiore leaned back in the chair fanning herself with her hand, "Honestly, who do they think they are, I have no reason to betray anyone, I was living a perfect life before that, absolutely perfect... Although you don't know what that means given your... current state of residence..." Fiore couldn't help but glance judgmentally around the tent "My family... Lived comfortably, we were well respected, everything was perfection... Until I rejected a guard who then created blasphemous lies about me and tried me for treason against the king! So, I did what any rational person would do, I ran" Fiore had turned her attention back to the woman for a moment, making sure she was still listening before continuing "It took so long to pack, I had no clue what to pack for exile, was I supposed to pack for the cold?" A rhetorical question of course, Fiore didn't actually want help with her problems, she was better at complaining then actually getting her problems solved, but she wasn't whining, she was complaining there was a difference!
The high elf then sighed, dusting herself off and standing "Well, I suppose I should go..." she spoke simply, being in this tent was making her sad... it was disgusting and she would have rather been anywhere else, so without even saying goodbye, the high elf turned on her heel and left, the only sound being created was the clicking of heels on cobblestone roads...