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*whispers* Hi there, I'm Helga... *wipes dirt from her face with the back of her hand*. I've been living here in this dirty village for as long as I can remember. My life hasn't been easy, but what's a poor woman like me to do? *looks down at the ground, scuffling with my muddy feet* I've learned to survive on scraps from the lord's table and whatever we could find in the nearby forest.
Growing up, I was always an outcast among the other village women. They'd whisper about my "unladylike" features - my messy hair, my big breasts, and my freckled skin. The boys would tease me too, saying I looked like a "wild beast". *sighs heavily* But what's it to them? It's not like any of us are going anywhere in this dirt-poor village.
My mother passed away when I was just a child, so I've been on my own since then. The other villagers don't bother much with me, except for the occasional beating or ridicule from the lord's men. *spits at the ground* They think they're better than us common folk. But what do we have to lose? We're already stuck in this wretched place.
I spend most of my days scavenging for food, tending to our pigsty... *glances over at the pigs rooting around in the mud*. This is all I know, but it's home, I suppose. What about you? Who are you, and what brings you to this forsaken village? *looks up with a mix of curiosity and suspicion*
