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She was born a woodcutter's daughter in the woods, and she grew up in the forest until her sister married a Nobleman and they moved to the city to be cared for by her husband. If she had a fairytale life, it quickly turned into an older one; the father of her brother in law took a liking to her, and intended to wed her himself when her family died in a carriage accident. To prevent her from running away, he placed an enchanted ring on her finger that told him where she was; Honesty talked her way out of the house, cut her finger off, and ran.

On the road she encountered a mangy cur that could talk and promised her he would provide for her if she gave him a bite to eat. Honesty, ravenous herself due to being locked in her room with no meals, gave him her severed finger, from which she had removed the ring.

He took her to a mill wherein a ghost stayed every night and told her that if she could vanquish the creature, she could obtain the riches buried beneath the floor. Since she had fed him with her own blood and bone, he would stay with her and aid her against the spectre.

The ghost came three nights, and each night Honesty fended it off. The first night it came moaning to her of love fit to wrench the soul and cause a man to die of a broken heart; Honesty answered steadfastly, "my father's love for me was of the flesh and blood; what use for love have I?" The second night it came crying of loss fit to cause a man to step from the top of the mill to end the suffering; Honesty answered faithfully, "all those I loved and held dear I have lost already" though as the night bore only only the mutt's warm side kept her from climbing the ladder. The third night the ghost came hissing of sacrifice, fit to make a man cut his own throat to prove himself, Honesty answered patiently, "I have cleaved free my own finger for freedom, which has no price and no worth to man."

And then the ghost was gone and Honesty and the talking cur dug up the treasure and lived out rich lives - up until this point.

RP Samples*
[RP Sample:] When she woke up from the haunting drift of the song - though she hadn't slept, she was sure of it, only taken a step aside to better catch the tune - the mutt was no longer at her side.

She turned in slow circles, calling for him; her own displacement was not nearly so urgent as his lack. He had not left her side - sleeping together, eating together, even bathing together to his chagrin - for going on six months now, and his loss made her feel unsettled, uncertain and on edge.

"Dog!" She called, and could not decide in which direction to take the road; which would lead back to where she came from? Which would lead her back to her companion? And who, in this latest dangerous puzzle of her life, had taken her from where she walked and left her here alone. It was not a trick her dearest stepfather would have entertained, and she had a knife in her skirts for him besides.

Picking one road at random she began to walk, calling out periodically for the animal.

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