Vegancomedy

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.” ((How do you respond?)) The woman arrived in the musty, damp town with a slightly soured expression upon her lips, her eyes narrowed at the local insects pestering the land, and of course that gut wrenching scent of the bayou. Her eyes settled upon that which spoke to her at last, gently arching a brow, she cleared her throat, and spoke, "To be quite honest, I haven't the foggiest clue of who you are, and all I can simply say of my tale, is that it is of little interest to someone such as yourself, it is that of a wanderer, nothing more." She then paused, softly gesturing a finger in the direction of the 'hag' of a woman, "What, of yours, do you bear a tale worth telling stranger?" after a soft pause, her gaze finally softened a bit, "I am quite interested, in the tale of this land too, though I suppose it takes some giving to receive a tale in turn.." The woman paused, cleared her throat, and began to tell her tale, "When I was young, I was born to a pair of merchants, we weren't exactly popular, though we weren't quite humble either. Every month, we would pack up camp, and swap towns, sometimes later, often times far sooner, with little to no issues in between, save the occasional squabble that comes when merchants meet. I know in my youth I was quite the troublemaker, though not for gold or fame, I chased thrills, and as time passed, I continued to chase them until I finally caught up to the thrill, and once I did, the chase for thrills faded, and the thirst for adventure replaced it, since then, I now find myself here, following said thirst, with a hopes of finding something to quench it, though that is a brief version, I hope it gets the point across, stranger."