TheSilmarilion

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?))

Arthur froze and stopped to stare at the hag for one second... two... three until he finally regains his composure and slightly leans back from the hag.
"If you were expecting me, then I imagine you can tell part of the story for me." He finally said, wary and unwilling to give the hag the sum of his life just on a whim.

As he spoke, he slowly gazed around the tent, at the candles and the shadows on the wall, looking for signs of unseen danger or perhaps, drinking in the details of a new experience. Even he wasn't sure which at the moment. All he knew was that he needed to stay light on his toes and he thought, not play the hag's game. "I'll tell you what however, if you tell me your story- I'll tell you mine. A fair exchange all in all."

(Presumably after the Hag says her or sufficiently convinces him to tell his)

Arthur stared at the hag a long moment before finally acquiescing "I am of Numendil. I am of her people, her faith, her rites. But I could not tell you my place there even if I wanted to."
He rubbed his hands together and hovered a hand over one of the candles for their warmth. "All I know, is that my parents were kind and honorable, died for a cause I do not yet understand and if I am to be their legacy, I intend to live a life worthy of their sacrifices, their devotion." He said it all slowly, meticulously. If he was going to be truthful, he might as well be earnest as well. "I am a wanderer, seeking the feasts and familiarity of a home that no longer can be, the warmth of a comfortable, calming music- musing on the machinations of a god."