AhoyItsJakub

You’ve just arrived in a swampy, dim town. As you look around, your gaze is met with shacks and cabins. It smells of rotted wood and wet moss. You 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?))

His eyes gazed upon the old woman, being unsure of her intentions he raised his eyebrow. After a second of pondering if he shall sit down with this mysterious lady he had finally decied and sat down with her. 
As he sat himself down on the cushion he looked straight into the eyes of the woman and started to open his mouth.
"Well... I have no explanation as to what would concern you about my story, as it wouldn't be a very long one....But! I am willing to tell you all of my journey, after all, I've never really talked to anyone to share my not-so dreadful actions and experiences in this very world..." He said charmingly enough to himself that he chuckled after he finished the sentence. "When I happened to turn the age of 17 I was done with working my hands to death on the farm of our family and I have commeth with the conclusion of escaping the inevitable future of being nothing but a dull-boy for the lords of our land." He sighed, looking at the old soaked up wooden floorboard beneath him. "You see, I regretted that conclusion I've made so utterly quickly but uh,.. Here I am...Well, When I escaped the farmland with just an old potato bag tied with strings on my back, I had to find a good enough reliable place to sleep at night while on travels, and those did vary I tell you! From taverns to sleeping under the beautiful skies of the nature. I never really had a plan as to what to do I just walked and walked.. Until I didn't even realize I don't know the way back back. So, now that I knew there is no way back unless I get extremely lucky I ought to study the languages of sorts for my own interest and so I did.." He said, taking out quite a widely-sized handbook with various of words and simple sentences from different languages from his curdoroy coat he wears. As he had taken out the handbook he passed it into the elderly woman's hand. "Please, you can read some of it, all I've written throughout the years of my travel. Anyhow, I've walked for 5 years and there is just way too much to talk about.. If you wouldn't mind.. I have to go now.."