Ttrowy

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?)) "Aho~ You know of me, now? I bet my reputation has grown far and wide!" Ashyn snickers to herself before settling down soon after "I'm no one special, just another wanderer." She waves a dismissive hand "Friends call me Ashyn, Don't got a last name if that's what your after.. Hybrids isn't too liked in the High-Elf community Y'know? My own father banished My mother and I, and she died to the elements not so long ago.." She gives a singular loud cough "Enough of the depressing stuff! None of that matters after all." She gives a light chuckle and smirk "Well, now I'm just wandering gotta find some fun folks to cause some trouble with, Maybe cause a drama or two? Honestly, I don't have much plans for growing 'all powerful' but hey, if I can learn I will, and imma abuse it till I'm dead." She'd snicker again "Alright, your turn, what are you all 'bout strange and wise maiden?" She then mutters to herself "Oh why'd I say any of that.."