Charis thinks on any information they'd want, before settling on what they want to ask. "My question is... Where did my dad come from?"
"Your kind are descendants of bioweapons created and used by one of the sides during the time period your scholars call the Bloody Century. Every side had a weapon of their own, but one city, using its knowledge of the biological sciences, managed to create beings of great power. While many of them died after the war, and others went mad, many others have managed to spread out into the world." The figure holds the hood of its cloak to keep it on. It's getting windy...
"In the common tongue, they are the Mind Wasters, Body Wasters, and the Soul Wasters. Mind Wasters sacrifice their minds and sanity for power, usually physical, though strange mutations exist. Body Wasters do the opposite, enhancing their minds and magic by sacrificing their body. Soul Wasters are all extinct, as their existence was nothing more than an experiment. Either way, all of these creatures vary in looks. Some look human, others, beastly. There have been a few that look spectral, or even abstract. Judging by your mutations and self-destructive eccentricities, you are most likely a Mind Waster, and have descended from a group that has managed to survive, or thrive, in human populations by blending in. A curious adaptation."
"His exact origins could be any settlement, likely your and his place of birth. My guess is that they're from the North, since the nation that experimented with these beings used to live in what used to be Southern Apricusa..." ...Which no longer exists. Likely obliterated off the face of the earth, or integrated into Port Radiance.
You notice that there's no actual body underneath Mr. Baker's robe, besides a strange, shifting mass that's difficult to see clearly...
"...I was born in Old Apricusa. My father doesn't know where he came from, and his memories are... patchworked, I guess would be a good way of putting it. He can't distinguish which of his memories were hallucinations or reality. At least, not until he was able to get some medicine for it..." They share, but they look concerned. What can they even do about this...?
"I do not think it matters. The Fog is hostile. His kind are not immune to it. You, are not immune to it." The Fog... Charis has heard of it. It's a global phenomenon that changes and alters all that it touches. Its effects are unpredictable, and can range from warping the environment, transmuting both object and living, to even warping space and time. Those exposed to it for longer periods of time, if they survive, either go mad, die, or become dangerous mutants. One case explains how a self-proclaimed doctor wandered through a stretch of forest infested with the Fog, only to end up on the other side with a 3-legged gorilla-man with distorted body proportions.
Another record of a Fog event caused all the coins inside of a merchant vessel to be transmuted into steam, causing thousands of pheli in damage. And yet, apparently, it can bless you as likely as it could curse you. Some Fog effects can also be delayed for days, or even years... One man spent years out at sea, only to explode the moment he returned home, like a balloon overflowing with blood.
That... Hm, that sounds delicious, actually...
Mr. Baker produces a strange lantern from inside of its cloak, the color of its light a sickly, yellowish green. It has already attracted many bugs to it. "Either way, I am headed West." As soon as it says that, a giant bug crawls out from a nearby building. A cockroach. "There are too many greedy, decadent souls in this world, and I seek to punish them. Do not attempt to save the inhabitants here. When the famine is through with them, all that will be left is gratitude for the food in their stomachs, and modesty." And with that, the cockroach opens its wings, and Mr. Baker flies off.