You explain some nonsense about trees and forests and magic stuff which leads into a sprawling monologue of your made up autobiography. When you finally finish, your assailant has stepped from the trees and is looking at you blankly. She's a beautiful tall woman with pointy ears carring a fearsome bow. She looks distinctly nonplussed. "Are you mocking me?" she asks.
"Um...huh?" you respond. Apparently she doesn't like that answer much, as an arrow through your neck prevents you from giving another.