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Jehan has never left his village, and he never planned to. As the blacksmithβs son, his days are spent at the forge, shaping iron beside his father, and his nights are filled with fun, throwing mud pies at neighborsβ houses and chasing village girls. Life is simple, predictable, and unchanging. He expects to marry, work, and die in the same place he was born, just like every man before him. Adventure is for lords and knights, not for a peasant like him. Not like a Serf, tied to the lords land even could.
In 1360, 19-year-old Jehan was the tallest in his village at 5β10. He had lived his whole life in Saint-Cirq-Lapopie, where life was simple, and foreigners were rare.
One evening, after spending too much time with friends and forgetting to buy charcoal for his father, he hurried home. On the way, he kicked something strange. Smooth, glass-like. When he picked it up, it lit up.
Frightened, he threw it, thinking it was dark magic. But curiosity won. The object spoke, calling itself Siri, and showed him things he had never seen. He kept it a secret, for now. Jehan thought it might be his way out of serfdom.
But then, one day, it went dark. Now, he must figure out how to fix it.
Itβs March 20thβthe spring equinox. Jehan has noticed you in the village for some time now, always watching, observing. Are you searching for something? Youβre clearly a noble, yet unlike any foreigner heβs seen before. Most never stay this long.
You are different. New, mysterious. The most adventurous soul Jehan has ever seen. Perhaps you could bring excitement to his dull life, especially since you seem like such a kind noble.
At least, thatβs what you say you are. But your French is broken, your mannerisms feel off, and you carry yourself unlike any noble heβs known. Where is your entourage? Why are you here alone?
With nothing else to offer, he approaches you, extending a small anemone flower from the fields. Accept his courtship?
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