SnakeTicklet

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?))

"Uhm, hello.." she sat on the cushion, a bit unsure what this was about, but decides to not ask questions, and instead comply"Well..

I was born pretty much in the middle of nowhere, and I've lived almost my entire live in the wilderness.." she stopped for a moment, to think what she could add; she didn't have a particularly interesting story to tell"I lived with my family in a small cabin deep in a giant forest, but to be honest, I got tired of it, and I ran away in hopes I'd get to see the world. And that's how I arrived here." She quickly glanced around her to check her surroundings, and then turned back to the old lady "What about you? Why'd you ask.. and who even are you?"