“I brought thy some food, and a pig to keep company.”

Jacob spoke, as he placed a bag with fruit and vegetables. As he handed you the small pig.

Jacob was the only man who had only understood you, ever. You were being tracked down for witchcraft.

It had happened to him before when he tried to be a fortune teller. He had to explain he wasn’t the devil.

You lived in a small village, when the water grew grey, and a pig started dying. They blamed it on you.