ask who the woman is
"Ha-ha," the old woman laughs. "Everyone knows who I
am, why I am the old lady of Tyle Sands, where I come from, everybody
stands! I know you, you are the chosen one."
The old woman begins to dance around singing, "You are the chosen
one, the chosen one read the poem chosen one."
You stare after the woman as she dances out of the little room
singing.
"Um, who are you?" you ask, hoping it doesn't sound to rude.
