Sassy

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?)) "Expecting me? Oh, uh.. sure I guess!" I reluctantly exclaim, somewhat excited at the prospect of talking about myself for once. I take a seat still somewhat irritated by the smell, is it the wood or the old hag I think to myself... "Well I guess my story begins with my parents? They were never really special, my dad was just a carpenter and my mother stayed at home to take care of me! Truth is, most of what makes me today I got from my mother, who was always so compassionate and caring, and who really taught me about life!" I stop for a second afraid that the creaking wooden still im sitting on is about to crumble to dust! "Where was I? Ah, yes.. so I moved out about two years ago, I must admit times been tough since then, im often too distracted by the things arround me to focus on the important things, but how could you not with such a fascinating world we live in? You really get lost in your thoughts..." once again I interrupt myself too distracted by the presence of a fly on the old hags arm. "But yeah anyway! I sort of just try to understand the world, I bet you do too asking random strangers their life stories! We are not too unsimilar..."