The village of Bonatel was supposedly founded some two hundred years ago when Madeline's ancestors first arrived after the city of Relon was sacked by the elf king's army of ork mercenaries. Many of the survivors of the sack decided to settle in little villages along the road to the newly-founded city of Ramel, and Madeline's ancestors were one such people.

You lean on the post just outside the chicken hen on her family's farmland and looked around. You see the winding hills and the dots of little cottages and family farms just like your own. Also, you look at the forest to the left and the three roads that crisscrossed about half a mile from your home. At the crossroads, is your village's only inn The Dancing Cock with it's big rooster symbol above it's doorstep. The owner probably thought he was incredibly funny. You imagine what all the places those roads lead to could be like. Dashing knights, throngs of people in a large city, and also exotic creatures like elves, dwarves, and slerkin.

You sigh, "I'll never get a chance to see any of those places, if my father has his way." You are 18 years old, and as you wipe away your brunette hair and pick up another bucket of water to carry back to the house, you think of ways to convince your father to let you out of the house more often. You've snuck out at night a few times to go to the many forest dances and games that the young men and girls like to hold on their own. A few times even, you were close to losing your maidenhood. You realize that there is a slim chance of convincing your father to give you more leeway, as the daughter it is your duty to listen and obey until he finds a husband for you. "Damn it," you mutter under your breath as you enter the cottage.

The cottage is of humble means. Your father and mother have their own bedroom while your brother and yourself sleep in the living area. The kitchen has a brick oven (proudly built by your father) and it is well equipped by you. You drop the bucket of water, and say aloud to no one, "Damn it, I'm tired of this."

You should be able to see the world! You shouldn't have to let your father decide everything for you. You should be your own woman, you are eighteen years of age and now able to make your own decisions you realize. You saved up 8 silver coins over the years and 25 coppers, and you could even go under your parents bed and steal their money as well, the thought shames you even just thinking bout stealing from your parents. You could grab a few clothes, keep them in a small rucksack with some food, and head down any of those three roads you want.

Alternatively, you could be a loving and caring daughter and stay in the village. Your father is bound to find you a man someday, and if you (you smile as you think) don't feel like waiting for him to find you one, you can head out to the inn whenever you like on your own, or continue to sneak out at night. Perhaps, maybe even, you can convince him to let you choose a man on your own.