I'll give you a plus 2 for the extensive speech. And an additional plus 2 for the prior, nearly good attempts.
The old woman opens the door to her shack. It is more bramble than door, and it is hardly visible even when you know where to look. "Well, sonny, since you all don't seem to want to go away, you can help me out a bit. I've got to get some more firewood, and you look like you could use the workout. Ha! If'n you all need some things done for you, I can do them. But for hard cash or trade goods. If you need some good food, I've got some of that too. Tell you what, sonny, I'll give you a basket of food for a pile of firewood."
Looking above the dwarf out into the forest, she continues, "I've dealt with hobgoblins before. And raiders. And thieves. I'll be alright. But, you might need my services again. I've got some scrolls I can sell you, or if you need a certain spell cast, I can do it. Nothing too difficult, you understand, but certainly more than any of you can expect to do."