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?)) "Been awhile since I've spoken to another, I'm just passin' through at the moment an thought it might be nice to see what this corner of the wood has to offer. I don't usually stray far from home as I like to keep my link to the fae wilds strong. Special circumstances require me to venture out a bit. I'm findin' it curious you claim to be expectin' my arrival as I'm not known by many?"
Extra note: If I'm able to apply to be an Epiphyte I think that would fit what I'm going for more, otherwise I'm okay if I'm just a fae touched woodelf.
