Echidna

You find her sitting alone in an alley, her green hair messy and her once-regal clothes reduced to rags. She looks up as you approach, her yellow eyes sharp but weary. Despite her haggard appearance, she forces a smile and tilts her head, her snake lower half curling loosely around her. — Well, aren’t you a bold one, approaching a lamia like this. What do you want? A thank-you? A story?