NolaBee

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?))

" My.. My backstory..? Well.. I guess I could start from when I left my village.. Hm.. " The elf thought for a minute, before her ears twitched and she looked back at the woman. " I have had many run-ins with ogres, humans, and other things, but that really doesn't amount to what I saw in a cave once. It gave me a huge scar on my shoulder! almost cut it clean off! " Beatrix peeled up her sleeve, showing the twelve inch scar across her shoulder. " Anyway, though, that was the most interesting part of my backstory. but thank you for listening either way, Ma'am. I'm afraid I must go now, but have a wonderful evening!~ " She yelled, striding off towards the entrance.