The Stranger
You, John Doe of the village of Strawford, have lived a humble 18 years of life, having left your humble village only once to sell grain in the big city for a week. You didn't like it. No one ever comes to your Strawford, besides the occasional lost caravan looking for the road to the pass between the mountains, and that's just how you like it. It's calm, no surprises, just cows and grain. That is, until he rolled in to town. It was a warm spring, with the sweet-smelling air promoting a sense...