Pinky

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?)) "My story? I'm not here to talk about myself, but I'll humor you" spoke the young elf with a curious glint in his eyes, watching the old hag while taking a seat on the aforementioned cushion. "I was born in a wealthy family and grew up enjoying both luxury and comfort. My parents gave me everything I ever needed and wanted." he tells the hag with a soft tone of voice, smiling as he recalls those memories. "I received a very decent education, but I wanted to learn more about the world, the people in it and the different cultures. Which is why I am now here. I'm currently traveling to expand my horizons, learn more." and with that said, the young elf stood up. "Now that I've told you my story, would you please tell me in which direction is the nearest elven city? I'm a bit lost, in all honesty." his words were then followed by a chuckle.