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?))
"Oh! Well, that's a tad bit ominous, but okay!" Beaming, Elowen quickly situates herself upon the cushion, examining the interior of the tent with great interest. "Y'know, Papa always told me to be wary of strangers, but-" She leans forward conspiratorially, eyes shifting back and forth as if expecting the aforementioned Papa to manifest out of thin air. "-he also taught me that I should respect my elders! And you seem nice enough!" Moments later her eyes widen, and she brings up her hands defensively. "Oh! Not to say that you- you don't look a day over 500, don't worry!" An anxious cackle escapes her before she speaks again.
"Oh, yes yes, my story, apologies, my mouth runs so fast sometimes, I just can't keep up! Uhm-" She shifts uncomfortably in her seat, clasping her hands together, though a wry smile remains on her face. "I'm actually-... Well, I haven't been on the surface for very long! My papa and I lived quite deep in the caves, so it's not an easy trip -- I could probably count the amount of times I've been up here on..." She trails off, muttering under her breath as she indeed proceeds to count the number of times. "But, yes, uh- I'm hoping to change that! It's so exciting up here! I had my first loaf of bread stolen by a raccoon just yesterday," she sighs dreamily, as if this was an occasion to celebrate.
"I think- I'd like to learn as much as I can. And, maybe, ehm... well, I was hoping to reconnect with my wood elf...-" She pauses, her grin widening as she tries to make direct eye contact with the elderly woman. "...roots." She laughs quietly to herself at what is evidently the epitome of humour. "Ah, speaking of learning though, you HAVE to tell me how you're getting those candles to do that-"
