Ask her about herself first
From Lord Of Utterdom
You smile, shaking your head. "Ah ah ah! Before I share my story, share yours first."
"There isn't much to tell," she says with a slight shrug of her shoulders. "My husband was a wood-cutter. I have lived here since we were married. When he took sick and passed, I decided to stay. Now I farm vegetables out back and sell them to traders going to town." Despite her story, you find it strange she lives so far out on her own. It doesn't make much sense.
"What's your name," you ask?
"Elsa. Elsa Braunhaven."
You offer her your name, and her eyes seem to light up. "Wait." She says, holding up a single finger. "As in, the Crown Prince of Utterdom?"
"The very one and the same," you say, finishing off the last bit of stew. "This was a delicious meal. Many thanks."
"Most welcome," she says, studying you further. "Well, my Prince, it is my pleasure to host you, even though the meal is small and the wine weak."
