Please state your name, your place of origin and how you came to this building today. Please address the orbs.”
A stocky man of Oeridian descent walks into the room, doffing his hat and nervously taking a seat. "Er... The orbs? Well... Alright. You don't mind if I take a drink first? Mighty thirsty on the road. Name's Rolfe. I'm from a little hamlet in Furyondy. Name o' Stump. You've uh... probably never heard of it, I'll wager."
The man stops to stroke his whiskers. "... as for why I'm here, well. Between the Baron's taxes and ol' St. Cuthbert's dues a young sharecropper don't stand much chance. Tried reasoning with 'em, but those priests aren't the most understanding bunch." he stiffens, his soft good-natured smile turning grim as he jokingly mimes a priest with a stout club. "Lawful correction lies in a stout cudgel. Some good folk can only understand one thing. Square corners can be pounded smooth and so on..."
"Anyway, fought back, didn't I? Refused to pay 'em a copper common. They didn't like that one bit so I thought I'd try my luck in the big city."
“What horrors, seen or unseen, known or unknown, scares you or keeps you up at night?”
"Never was much of a swimmer." he says, brushing the question off. "Used to be terrified of falling down the well when I was a lad. I'd wake up in cold sweats an' everything."
“Do you value individual freedom and choice?”
"That I do. Don't get me wrong, I ain't got no aspirations to be something I ain't. But the gentry should be protecting us common folk, not lording over us and robbing us blind."
“What languages do you speak? Which do you care to learn?”
"Common tongue's always been good enough for me, mister."
“Where do you see yourself in ten years’ time?”
"I wager all this trouble will have blown over. I'll head back to the country. He's getting on in years, so ol' Pa will need my help to run the homestead."
“Do you think you work well with others?”
"So long as everybody does their bit. Where I come from you learn to value hard work."
“If you see innocents suffering will you break from the mission to resolve the issue?”
"'course I will. Can't abide bullies."
“Besides wealth, what else will you work for?”
"Protectin' those who can't protect themselves..." he says, definitively. "Oh! And a hot dinner."
“Will you obey the law even if you feel it is unjust and goes against your beliefs?”
"Noones above the law, but until them fat clergymen and merchants have to pay the same as honest folk, I don't think it's a law worth paying heed to."
“What can you offer the team?”
"I'm the best shot with a bow for a hundred leagues of where I come from, and that's no boast."
“Are you willing to endure suffering to complete the mission?”
"Sure. Builds character, the priests are always saying."
“Complete the mission or save your companions- choose one. And why?”
"What's more important than saving a life? Companion or no..." he answers. "What kind of work is this, anyhow?"
"Who do you pray to?"
"Ah, well. Despite all of them strong words, I remember my first Saint Cuthbert's day. I reckon I'm still a Cuthbertine at heart. Just wish him and his were more interested in our wellbeing than the contents of our purses. But you don't get far in my line of work without paying heed to the harvest gods neither." He scratches his head. "Of course, you city folk keep a damn sight more gods than we ever did. I can barely name all of them. Damn near does my head in."
I plan on having Rolfe be an early convert to Olidammara. I think it'd fit his good humour and chaotic nature.
"If that's all, gentlemen, when can I start?"
