You explain that you've found yourself lost out here and aren't sure quite how to get back home.
"You have traveled far to find yourself lost in my forest, stranger," says the lithe elven woman stepping from the brush.
"Yeah," you reply, "Pretty far." You hesitate a moment before continuing, "Listen, why do you talk so funny?"
"I am the last guardian of the sacred forest. By entering this realm you have entered my challenge; solve my riddle or best my bow!"
"Yeah," you say, "whatever. Can you get me an Uber out here or something?"
"Now answer my riddle or die: What did one snowman say to the other?