Chapter 3.1 - Ourn's Story
The old farmer stares at you for a moment, trying to decide a course of action. He finally nods and leads you back to the main living area after quietly closing the door to his daughter-in-law's room. "You saw that in there. There ain't no comin' back for him. But if you can use that information to distract him somehow, I'll pass it along."
He fixes himself a drink and sits down, offering you as seat as well. "His mother died bringing him into the world. He's had various dogs growin' up, not so much pets but dogs for huntin' and runnin' the cattle." The old farmer, Vanter you recall his name is, takes a long drink of probably alcohol. "Hattie and Faelorn grew up together. She was enamored of his strength and skills. Faelorn was always a bit rowdy, and after they married, Hattie always came to see me when he went on a drinkin' binge. When he was sober, though, he'd have done anything for her. Things took a bad turn right before the stars fell. They were tryin' to have kids, but with no success. Faelorn blamed Hattie. Turns out it was him. After he came back, something about the star changed him. He was bigger, stronger, more healthy in body, but in a bad sort of way. I don't know how to say this right, but it was like he was too healthy. I know that sounds ridiculous, but that's the only way I can think to say it. Life energy was just brimmin' over for him. I think that fixed him because when he came home, the first thing he did was force himself on Hattie. He was the same as when he got drunk, but this time there was no alcohol. I don't even think it affects him now."
"Faelorn grew up a farmer, a quaint and simple life. Nothin' special, just hard work here. He ain't come here since he changed, thanks be, but my line ends with him now that I think his kid is dead. Hattie is probably not going to make it back there. I can only keep her alive, but she's fightin' it. I think she knows her baby died and she don't wanna go on without it, despite the reason for its existence." He takes a long pull of his drink, finishing it off. Then he pours himself another.