Instance 2

As Cazz arrived at the middle of the village his way differed from that of the old man, so he waved goodbye to him and he went on his way.

"Haaaaa....." tiredly sighed Cazz as he stared at the medieval looking village. He smelled the shit and urine mixed with the small of gras and fruit. He heard the sound of the blacksmith hitting metal,  the sound of children playing , and the sound of singing and cheering from a certain place.

 That place, that was where Cazz was heading,  that place was his pit of information,  and he was digging to the end of it one way or another. He opened the wooden doors of the tavern of this village,  and the smell of sweat and alcohol hit him immediately. He scrunched his nose at this but didn't say or do anything as he immediately headed towards a lone, drunk person on a corner table.

"Do you mind if I sit?" said Cazz as he immediately sat down on the table, breaking the drunk man's stupor. The man looked at  him confused for a while, but he seemed to have regained some of his reasoning.

"Aye~"laughingly confirmed the man"But aren't you already sitting...bahaha.. "

"Indeed I am....hahaha...

Cazz fake laughed as he looked at the disheveled curly haired man in front of him, his village clothes, and the sheathed longsword sword on his table. He looked like a villager , talked  like a villager, but he was neither a villager or even someone Cazz knew,  but somehow foreign and hazy memories made Cazz familiar with the man. In fact, the first time he had seen the man was when he and three other people had come to the village from outside. They introduced themselves as the envoys of the local noble and that they had come here to collect to taxes, but also do some scouting. Rumours were that several defectors from the army and some bandits had come together and were going around pillaging village's.

This of course riled up the villagers and under the threat of insubordination the villagers were mobilised. Fortunately by the law of this land and by sheer coincidence, as Cazz was the sole and only one remaining of his blood,  he wasn't conscripted. As the four outsiders  had suspected the brigands attacked that night, and were met with the retaliation of the villagers and the four of them. This of course was seen by Cazz only from a distance,  but he clearly saw that the villagers and the four envoys dealed a hard blow to the  brigands , forcing them to retreat the way they came from,  and the envoys to give chase. But something strange had happened the next day as Cazz woke up and asked to old man about the event, but only received an unknowing look from him. It was impossible for someone to ever forget something like that, even making Cazz suspect the old man may have dementia,  but what he saw at the tavern  two days after made his blood go cold.

The leader of the envoys that had gone to kill the rest of the brigands was sitting drunkenly on a table, and Cazz felt a familiar memory resurface. He recognised the man as the sheriff of this town, Michael,  a drunkard and a lecherous fool who would fuck anything , a good for nothing to be exact. This of course made Cazz dizzy as the two conflicting memories flooded his mind, and that was the moment he awakened the memories about himself. 

 He was a twenty year old named Flay Estward of Dusa village. He was an orphan, a lone child of the Estward family,  and was one of the fur hunters of this village. Those conflicting memories almost broke his mind, but after some time   it ended ,and the current 'Cazz' was born. He didn't know who or what he was anymore,  but he was even more determined to find out.

'This isn't life, this is a dammed purgatory?!! thought Cazz as he experienced almost the same day for more than a week.

"So.....uhhhh....what do you want from me? Or are you going to treat me to a drink?"

"Maybe, but it seems that you have had enough to drink? I'm just saying...

"Heh....what do you know!" harshly exclaimed the man as he looked at Cazz with his brown eyes. Cazz of course was riled up, but he did his best to hide it and just dejectedly smiled.

"Fine, fine....I gues you're right. So, how about I buy you some booze? It's on me...

"Of course it's on you! You at least know some manners and know how to respect your elders heh....

"Of course...." calmly said Cazz,  but deep down inside he wanted to pick the stool he was sitting in and bash it on his head. Instead he proceeded to make the man even more drunk and fish out of him some more questions. The man revealed his past to Cazz as one would reveal it to a mistress in bead, and Cazz started to feel some blank pieces come together. He had been the fifth som of a lowly knight family,  entitled to none of his fathers wealth, but noble enough to receive education in literature and warfare. After his mother and only decent relative died from a disease, he had come to this village and gained to title of sheriff without any complications.  He didn't outwardly tell it , but by combining snippets of information he also deducted that it was his father that exiled him here.

'So, that's how it was. Because of his abandonment issues he choose to shut himself from the world and choose a loving mistress which was only a sip away,  alcohol. Indeed the recipe of failure.' thought Cazz as the man was shit faced at the moment,  trying to discern which way was up or down.

"Aye, such a tragic story,  if only your father gave you more opportunity's,  you could have been a great knight. "

*bam*

"You're damn right!" angrily said the man, making Caz surprised by the sudden outburst that he unknowingly touched the sword lying on the table. As that happened he immediately felt an unknown connection and blacked out. When he came to his senses he immediately found himself in a wide open ground about 25²m surrounded on all sides with tall stone walls.  In the middle of the field was a straw dummy,  a wooden horse and several weapons carved out of wood. All this overwhelmed Cazz as he barely noticed the featureless man holding a sword in his hand.