tigersteak

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.”
 

(This character is not actually the reincarnation of Malin. They believe themself to be the reincarnation of Malin. They are delusional. I wanted to include this, just to be safe! LOL)
 

A scoff escaped them, and with a furrowed brow they met the gaze of the repugnant hag. Such a heinous appearance, one could almost gag. "Requesting something of one as pure as I is almost pitiful." Malin cocked their head to the side, and smirked knowingly, "Do you fail to recognize who you are sat in front of?" The old hag would not reply. In an attempt to regather what ego they had going for themselves, Malin would interject the dead air with a bold proclamation—"..It's Malin! THE MALIN!? Father of ALL ELVES! I have REINCARNATED!" With a pitiful expression on their face and a finger pointed to their chest, Malin desperately wanted the old hag to believe them. More silence only irritated Malin further, and with an exasperated sigh they relaxed themselves and lowered their hand back into their lap.
 

"You are driven by emotion, that is uncommon for high elves." The old hag provoked, "In fact, you do not resemble them at all beyond physical appearance. You are quite odd." 
 

With an eye twitch, Malin would reply, "You are certainly observant, impurity." Their furrowed brow lightened, figuring it to be frivolous to have their guard up for a creature of such disrespect. After all, retelling the story of their vessels childhood may prove therapeutic. "I was banished from the High Elves at a very young age, for reasons unclear. I suspect it to be this vessels' albinism. It is expected, and I shall forgive my descendants for such transgressions." Malin's gaze broke, struggling to keep up a nonchalant charade. "I recall being raised by a couple in Valfleur. An older couple that gave me shelter and food, until their expected passing. After they had passed, I was stuck with the hand-me-downs they could afford to lend to me; and it stung to see other children with extravagant riches and so forth. I had always known I was the reincarnation of Malin, it was a premonition that stuck with me as long as I can remember. Yet, for all intents and purposes I was and still am treated as a nothing more than a elven commoner. Do you know how humiliating it is to know you are destined for greatness, but for others to fail to recognize it?" Their gaze met with the old hag again, now with a much more genuine expression. Malin reflected for a moment, and realized just how much they opened up to this beldam. With a scoff, Malin got up from their seat and approached the exit, but turned before exiting to shoot a glare towards the old hag and make one last comment. "..You should be thankful, you degenerate scum. I, Malin, granted you my time. Good day to you, madame." And with a last huff, Malin exited the tent and trekked onward.