How did young Oakroot fall in with a bunch of Heroes? It goes back to an uncaring family that blamed him for everything, and anything, that ever went wrong, a child who internalized self blame, and self shame, and a kind fighter who picked them up out of the midden, where the child was tossed when money grew scarce.
https://peakd.com/fiction/@internutter/challenge-04586-l202-unexpected-hero -- Anon Guest
It had been a long and bloody exhausting journey just getting through these woods. In fact, the Adventurers hadn't quite made it to the mountain in the midst of the woods. Tagnis set up her portable altar as part of her evening ritual. Gisse was singing the wards as Whatli began working on a cauldron of stew. Darme was still chopping the firewood for the camp when Tagnis opened her eyes with a sigh... and discovered her little silver cup had vanished from the red cloth of the altar.
She tried to contain her alarm, looking around in case the cup had fallen into the nearby low plants. There was no trace of it. "Whatli? Can you use your location spell to find my silver cup?"
He didn't need to. A soft little murmur from under the oak gave it all away. There, in a formerly-neglected hollow, was a very small child in very little clothing clutching the silver cup and cringing.
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