NekoHero41

Your character has just arrived in a swampy, dim town. As they look around, their gaze is met with shacks and cabins. It smells of rotted wood and wet moss. They 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.”

Ganymede sat at the cushion swiftly, his back straight and eyes wide. His grin practically displayed each tooth he had.

His clothing was visibly damp, although the exact source isn't clear, at least it doesn't smell. His unkempt hair and wrinkled clothing would make any self-respecting citizen's eyes narrow in judgement.

Unfortunately, he spoke...

"Where to begin!" He leaned back as though it were a warm summer's day.

"We just docked in this town, and might I say I find it fascinating! Who knew there were so many types of frogs and toads?" 

From the moment Ganymede opened that mouth, it was clear it would be hard to catch a single word from that sentence. He spoke as though he were being dragged out and had to get every single last word out. 

"I mean, leaving the woods was the best decision I've ever made! Although, I do get sea-sick. Or is it homesick?" He paused to ponder for a moment, two, if he was lucky. 

"Anyhow, I've tried the food here, I didn't even know fish lived in a swamp! I'm so used to things like cod, and tuna. Walleye has a nice texture...but it is a bit chewy..." 

His index finger tapped his chin. "I can't remember if that man said 'walleye' or 'an eye.'"

This guy needed a filter...