Preformer Cale-nim

Chapter 1: The Letters

If anyone sees this, I swear that it was not me.

I would have never done such a thing!

I swear, it wasn't me!

It was that John!

I trusted him.

He was nice, and kind.

He gave me bread.

Bread, worth 1-2 coins. Yet he gave it to me without thought.

I thought he was an angel, but I was deceived.

John gave me bread.

He talked to me, when we saw each other.

Instead of ignoring us, homeless nuisances, like the family from Count Stan.

He was like the nearby farm, the kind family who lived there, and let the homeless sleep in the barn, in exchange for labor. They let me stay on the grounds there, in exchange for help around their farm.

They let me sleep with a roof over my head, along with the animals.

It's there that I met John a second time. He was a traveler, and the farmers let him stay there too. I was happy to meet the nice man again.

We talked all night.

We talked about the bread. I told him I gave some bread to others, like he did to me. I mostly gave it to children, there were many orphans with me on the streets.

About how a few and I, we tried to help each other.

I told him how I lost my memory a year ago, around the time of the Henistuses Thames Tragedy, where the Count Henituse's wife passed away in a carriage accident with her son, and how the son's body went missing. I told him how I was found by the kind family who let me stay as long as I can earn my keep. I told him how the only clue I had was a ring. But how the ring proved my family cared for me. How I wish to find out what happened to my memory, and finally find my family.

He told me about his adventures while traveling. I thought him to be a religious pilgrimage, and thought that to be why he was traveling. He told me that was not the case. I then thought he was traveling due to needing to trade long-distance. He laughed. I thought perhaps for economic and social reasons, perhaps needing a job. I didn't think for warfare reasons, I thought that this angel in front of me wouldn't do violence.

I even thought that maybe this angel in front of me traveled for leisure, and liked to visit new places, have new experiences, and help people around the world. How could I have been even more wrong.

He never told me why he traveled that night, just of different places he's been, and nice people he's met.

I told him how there were always many people nearby. You could smell animal corpses, poop, and filth everywhere, littering the dirt roads where the people walked. I told him about the kinds of people who walked, farmers, merchants, knights, never royals. We talked about when things opened and closed, what times people were there, when trades opened. We talked about everything and nothing.