"Someone who can help or hinder." The crone smiled at at the lost boy. Yes, he was lost. A brief glance told her that much. Then again, anyone who was willing to sit down so quickly for answers usually needed guidance of some sort. They were usually looking for something.
"I won't give you my name. You haven't earned it." She knew as well as anyone that names were power. They were a great deal of power when they were associated with belief and knowledge of Fables. They were also a good way to bind idiots should the need arise. She also knew if the boy was smart, he'd figure out who she was, or who she might be.
"'Who are you?' may be a better question. Who are you?" She smiled, watching him carefully. Who walked around armed like this one?