“I’m a humble peasant, who got robbed”

“I-“ Evellyn quickly reflects. It’s probably not a good idea to reveal she’s a noble. Commoners can get uppity sometimes. “... I’m Eve, a simple peasant. I was washing and bathing and some punks stole my clothes while I was in the water! Please, I’ve gotten lost and just need a little help!” She clutches herself tightly.

“Yeah, that ought to do it”, Evellyn thinks to herself.

The half-elf lowers her bow, put at ease by her deception. “Damn kids these days.”

“I just need some clothes and directions, can you help me?”

“I can give you directions, sure; the city is a ways south of here, and there’s a trading-post in that direction.” The half-elf points towards where she just came from. Evellyn curses under her breath, she’d been going the wrong way.

“Thank you,” Evellyn replies, “a- and some clothes?”

The huntress shrugs apologetically, putting a hand on her hip. “Sorry, ‘got nothing to spare. This is all I have, I’m just as poor as you peasants. Stuck-up nobles keep trying to eject me from their forest and ruining my gear.”