[... well. It wasn't ever so often you had a Servant, a sort of being she herself was curious about, curious about her. Or, her story, rather. It was flattering enough to let the likes of "dabble" slide, at any rate.]

My village, Wolfsschlucht, was located deep in the Wolf Forest, in what I have been told is now considered the nation of Germany. I always thought we were part of a princedom, but... much time has passed beyond our borders.

[It's a lie, most of it, and she knows that now, learned it just before she'd come to Oska nigh two years ago, but... it was what she'd grown up on and believed all her life, so it comes out smoothly enough.]

The locals say the wood is cursed, and that is not quite wrong. The encroachment of humans in our age robbed supernatural beings of the miasma they require to live, but in return for my ancestor's legs and the promise that she and all who followed her would dedicate themselves to finding a way to create the miasma, the wolves protect us. Any hunter or villager who dares wander too deeply in the forest cannot be sure they will leave alive- but my villagers possess amulets to show the wolves that they honor the pact.

[Such a fantastic story- now that she knows that's all it is.]

I should tell you these wolves are not the common beasts of any normal wood, but intelligent creatures who can walk on two legs as men do.