You are a peasant. You live in a small hamlet with your parents and younger sister. Your older brother ran away from home when you were a toddler and no one knows what exactly became of him. Your father gets angry if anyone mentions his name. Your mother usually just sobs in silence.

Today you are sixteen years old, a day of small celebration because it marks a sort of passage into manhood. You confess that you don't feel much like a man, but it's not often that you get to have a whole piece of sausage all to yourself at supper, and your father even promised to buy you a new pair of boots today, so it's not as if you're altogether indifferent to the tradition. But with the absence of your older brother and with your father getting on years, it seems that the responsibilities of working the land will finally fall to you. The snag is, you've always felt your talents lay elsewhere.

>You're something of a people person. You exude a natural charm that makes people like you almost from the first moment.
>You're very good with your hands. Over the years you've picked up woodcraft and stonecarving and even carpentry almost without effort and certainly without training.
>You're incredibly strong and athletic. You can work longer and faster than any man in the village and already stand a full head taller than your father, himself no milksop
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