There are plenty of roses, wilted, but still red.  A large statue of a beautiful woman stands in the middle, ivy growing around her.  She seems very kind in her expression.  It seems as though she may be buried underneath.  There is an overgrown mess of plants that form an archway that she is staring at.
Hidden garden, Outside Palace
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vagrant
I am a vagrant that lives on the streets of the village. I dislike work so I sleep all day. At night I beg for food and money to spend at the village pub. I am rude to people that do not give me charity.
I've come to admire this statue.   What value does this have to you?  I have nothing, am considered nothing by most.  Her visage makes me happy. I see. How sad of a life that must be? You have no family? No family, no friends. Ale is my only companion.  Besides her, I come here often to stare at her. I have never seen you here before! I am often unnoticed though. As am I.  People walk right over me in the street. How sad! Humans come here, and they tend to be very rude.  They are rude, although a few sometimes give me coin. They bring me nothing. I am a loner who wanders alone.  I know that feeling. I would say you do. What a sad world we live in, but at least we got this beauty to behold!