Agatha (9)
When he first awoke in his current body, he thought he was a tramp. After all, he was sleeping in the open, leaning against a wall wearing a dirty brown robe with no blanket or anything to cover him. Thankfully, it was summer, so he didn't freeze to death. Still, the experience was pretty… strange… Negative thoughts could not help but sprout.
Yet when he learned the truth, that he was not at least a beggar, he didn't feel comforted at all.
What was a wandering philosopher? How do people like them make a living?
Do they simply talk nonsense to common people then pray inwardly that these people would be fooled into giving them accommodation and food?
Life was hard and the majority of the population could barely feed themselves after working from dawn to dusk so the notion sounded like something from a stupid daydream.