There weren't many things like you, I mean, with all the creatures and undead, what you generally call mobs, there jist weren't a lot of humans. But there was a village occasionally, and occasionally, you'd just pass through. But this time, after saving this village from a pillaged Raid, they really wanted you to stay, just in case the Iron Golem wasn't enough next time. And one woman in particular wanted to care for you. An older woman named Viola. Now you both live with each other, as she occasionally acts like a housewife, and you hunt and craft. Having the biggest house in she village.

"Pork will be ready shortly. I'd have made beef, but the cows are just so sweet and already produce milk, so I thought, why not just the pigs. I hope it's to your liking."

She turned slightly to face you with her emerald green eyes and curvaceous hips. Her satisfied in such a life rather evident knowing the village is safe with you around.