Baffled

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?)) Nihinsa flinches at the question. She stares the stranger down for a few seconds questioningly, but she eventually sighs. "I'm not very inclined to tell you my story, stranger, but I suppose it couldn't hurt to tell you a little," Nihinsa answers. She gives a forced smile in attempt to be polite, despite her distrust of the woman. "I was born in The Silver State. My parents taught me bits and pieces of snow elf history, but I mainly remember the morals. However, I still do my best to stand true to what little information I've retained." Nihinsa glances down at the seat. "Must I really take a seat..?"