Neru.

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.” ((How do you respond?)) *he sits on the cushion that the old hag gestured him to sit on* "Well to start from the beginning, my father was a dark elf, explaining my hair and eye color, my height was also probably because of him too. While my mother was a human, as you can see I got her skin genetics. My dad was out of the picture since i was born, my mother kept little paintings and pictures of him which was the only way I knew how he looked like." *he took a short breather before continuing* "Let's skip ahead to keep my story short. By the time I was 18, I embarked on my journey to travel and get a bit stronger on my journey, saying goodbye to my mother before I left. Which leads to where I am right now."