The population of men has decreased drastically as a consequence of a prolonged war. Few of them have returned, and those that returned bear grievous injuries

Your village faces a dilemma pertaining to the maintenance of its lineage, so the villagers unanimously selected you - an idiot with a congenital disability to assume the responsibility

Today, you are brought to a confined area and the villagers regard you with solemn gazes as they offer their well wishes

"Good luck, idiot child"