A boy

Yes, that's it. You're a young man, 18 years old. Your name is Sam Von Samson, was it not?

Now that you know who you are, you feel... Different. You can wake up now, that much is obvious now. You open your eyes, and see the ceiling of the old hut you're apparently in. While getting out of the bed you're in, you take a look at your clothes. An old tunic, pants and shoes. Nowhere to store anything, so it seems that's all you have. You walk out the hut. An old man plowing the fields sees you and says with a smile:

"Why, if it isn't the goddess herself, sleeping for days. Glad to see you awake, kiddo. I found you in the middle of the forest, ****, and brought you here. You're lucky I found you, instead of the wolves or the raiders."

"Oh... Thank you, sir. Where are we?"

"Oh, this is just a small village near Garreg Mach. Only three buidings and my little farm. We didn't even thought about a name!" The man laughs heartily. "Say, I've helped you, yes? So why don't you help me now? I have a special cheese my niece brings me from Almyra - Don't tell anyone - And I need someone to deliver it to Seteth, the archbishop's aide. He helped us a few months ago, when some bandits tried to attack us. The man does pack a punch, believe it or not. Anyways, could you do it for me?"