LunaWithMask

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?))
"Uhh w-well," I stutter, not knowing what she wants to say "I-I'm an elf and I live in the woods, alone". **I look around, not comfortable, and my stuttering starts to slow down a bit "I was looking for my house, and then I got lost. I just wanted to look around here" **I say, and I close my nose and whisper to myself: "Even though it smells like dead frogs here". "I come here in peace, because my previous village was attacked by orcs when I was little." **she looks down and tries to hold back her tears. "my parents had to dump me in the woods to keep me alive. Since then I've been alone and never seen them again." **there comes a tear from my face. "but if I wasn't here in peace, you should WATCH OUT! I'm very strong and I have a weapon!" I say, grabbing a sharp-tipped stick from my side with an old sword holder. wrapped around it.