MrHaltman

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?))
 

I glance around the tent, feeling the weight of her gaze as if she's seeing right through me. My mind races, trying to decide how much to reveal. I take a seat and stare at the old hag, she doesn't seem familiar and you have no recollection of her at all. "Sorry you might have the wrong guy, I was just passing by" The old hag seemed to be intrigued and wanted to know more so I obliged "I was raised in a remote mountain village. I never knew my parents, my mother vanished when I was just a baby and my father, a legendary explorer, left on an expedition when I was five... and never came back. Growing up, I would listen to the village elders recount stories of his daring exploits, wild lands he had discovered, and treasures he’d uncovered. But they only knew fragments of his past, enough to keep my curiosity burning."