The Decay of Worlds

Morning in a small village near Thallwin, a quite large town that you visited a lot a couple of years ago, when your father lived. Here in Misttoe village, you and your mother gets by with helping out at the inn.

Your mothers name is Sawwon, or Sorrow as she is named by some of the meaner children. She aged twenty years the day your father died, and her hair is white and her back is bent, even though she is not older than thirty-five winters. She has sold all her old jewelry and dresses to keep you dressed and fed, and a small percentage from one of your fathers ventures keeps you from going hungry.

You were born with very young parents, their lovechild, somewhere between riches and normality. Times were good for your family until your father got murdered in an dark alley a cold winter day.

You have grown into a lovely young lady, soon to be promised away to some young man and as many girls of your age, that is one of the biggest things on your mind. Your fathers raven-black, almost shimmering hair hangs in one braid on your back and below a pair of piercing black eyes your kins shape your face to look mysterious, nearly mythological beautiful. Below your quite humble dress, an slim, very much female body is hidden.

Today, your mother cannot get out of bed, cause of pains in her back, she wants you to go and tell your uncle Ben that she can't work today, and to do her chores at the in.