Holo
The local outcast.
I am believed by many to be a witch and know by some to be a chronicler. I once heard a marvelous tale of when Holoh of the wheat tail ran into a merchant of the name Kraft Lawrence. The two have long since left but rumor has it they opened a bath house called the spice and wolf. Though that isn't why you're here and I know it you've come for much the same reason Holoh had. I will not change the story she asked me to and neither will I change yours but I may craft a new one. It begins much the same as the original but with a different boy turned merchant. He was once the son of a knight that had been close to a king. However once rumors of the king being ill started to spread the kingdom lost power and was later ransacked. During the fighting and brawling a new man took over and began killing the old knights and nobles to appoint his own. The boy escaped and wandered for a bit with his father's old sword by his side and a bit of leather armor on his chest. He later found a dead merchant laying by the side of the road recently killed. As a matter of survival the boy grabbed the clothes and everything he could of the corpse and changed them with his. He then took the now barely empty cart and looked over the wheat and blankets inside before taking the reins of the horse and moved along. A few days later he found himself standing face to face with Holoh of the wheat tail. The two quickly agreed to travel together towards the town of Yoitsu.
Holo:
The boy: me
Fellow travelers: