Don't judge my situation harshly. I did this for the little pleasure of a little game.
I lived in isolation like a real hermite. The goal of my life was to visit all the dungeons and perish in the most terrifying of them all, namely in a dungeon with huge bloodthirsty bats. I didn't want to work long and hard for this. To achieve my goal, I got what was already produced by others. No, of course I didn’t rob or kill anyone. I only got what no one else needed. It's not a crime, is it? I traveled in the winter by sleigh, in the spring by boat, until by summer I found a good place with a house near the twinwall. It was not difficult to rebuild the walls and sow the fields. I settled in that place, became a farmer and baked bread and cakes. After a while I became strong enough to overcome the bear in a fair fight. This was a good achievement for me. But one day I saw a man on a cracked boat near my property. This meeting became fatal in my life.
The man with the cracked boat asked him not to kill, to which I dryly replied “OK” and went into the forest to hunt. When I returned, I saw him again and asked if he needed help, he said - no - , and boasted that he had stolen a boat from some residents north of me. Here I could have suspected something, but my desire to help did not fade away and I offered him a better boat and, to my misfortune, brought it to him. As I thought at that moment, we found contact with him, since he invited me to look at his house and go to visit him. And we sailed. Stupidity, you say, enthusiasm, I’ll answer you. This was the only person in many days who spoke to me. Our sail along the lake was short. We were sailing in two boats and suddenly he jumped into mine and said, “You know, I’m quite a well-known person here,” and he started beating me. I reached the shore, he overtook me and beat me up. While he was trying to finish me off, I was able to escape somehow miraculously.Having recovered from the beating, I left my house to figure out what I should do now. And then he comes again and says - Do you understand why I did this- I tell him - No, but you probably did it for your own pleasure, because I met people like you. - No - , he says, - You attacked and robbed those who gave me this cracked boat and that’s why I attacked you -. After further conversations, it turned out that a some
person had robbed those guys from the north and they pointed in my direction. I explained to him that I am a simple farmer and am not capable of killing anyone. After my explanations, he apologized and offered help and medications. And then, realizing that the situation had been resolved, I again trusted him and we again got into the boat and sailed... Don’t ask why I did this, maybe this is the effect of loneliness in the lonely and post-apacaleptic world of Haven & Hearth.
We stopped again in the middle of the lake and my treacherous companion said - Give me two hats or two tokens, otherwise I will deal with you here and now -. Without hesitation, I answered him clearly - No -. He asked - Are you sure? - I replied - Of course. - I jumped out of the boat and then my story ended.
Then the story of my descendant began. He came to my house again and asked me to let him in through the guest gate, saying that he couldn’t do anything to me that way. In order not to write for a long time, I’ll just say that he simply threw a spear through this gate and I fell again. Taking the key, he could already do whatever he wanted. I asked him to let me dress in my best gear and give him one last fight, he agreed. However, my new character could only punch. And so, in mammoth armorwith an iron sword, I beat him while something allowed him to fill 100% of my blue and red gaps in one blow. Then I died completely.
I got great pleasure from the communication and those simple tricks that I also fell for. It was wonderful. I hope there are many such bindits in the world of Haven & Hearth and they will all kill each other.