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- Father, Merik Kesh, Deceased Mother, Ilith Kesh.
- From Norland
- Shiloh was raised in Southern Norland, and is now clanless. She loves the cold and cannot handle hotter temperatures
- Her father wanted her to marry into another clan, and she wanted to maintain her freedom. She fled, and decided to hide in other towns as either a wandering farmhand, or her current wish, to settle an isolated area to build her own home and farm.
The traveller has just arrived in a small town. As they look around, their gaze is met with run down houses and shops. They duck into one of the shacks, illuminated by a series of candles suspended in the air. At the back of the small room, an old hag raises her head, “What brings you to this dingy town?" She begins, then pauses to study their face—”Ah, it’s you. I’ve been expecting you. Sit,” she gestures at a chair, “Where do you come from? What do you hope to make of yourself?”
Shiloh is surprised at the last question; make of herself? She just got here, she doesn't need to answer to this stranger yet. Not at least she's more familiar with the townsfolk. She just needs to get her bearings.
"U-uh, just passing through to my new plot of land! I'm a farmer, you see. I heard that this town needed an extra farmhand, and things back home weren't working out so well. That's all I'll say about that."
The old woman squints her eyes "A humble famer then, eh? You've come quite a far way from Norland just to till the soil and tend the animals."
Shiloh's face tightens. How does this old woman know she's come from Norland? She could've just come from up the road. She carries no symbols of the red faith--in fact nothing but the clothes on her back and a few meagre rations.
Her chest tightens. Something isn't right about this.
"I-I'm not sure what you're talking about ma'am."
"No taste for glory in battle then lass?" The woman's tone turned sick, like a biting into a rotted apple.
Shiloh said nothing, and instead turned and left the shack, heart pounding in her head. What was that? Why was she questioned so harshly. Surely there's no reason to be accosted so from being Norlandic? Where did she find herself? Maybe leaving home was a bad idea...
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