In the countryside, orderly fields stretched out before them.
An old farmer was tending to his plot of land. To him, these fields were his lifeline - what his family depended on for survival. Though times were better now than before, he still needed to maintain his diligence.
As he was working between the furrows, a young man walked past along the edge of the field. He appeared wealthy, his silk robes alone worth more than what the farmer could earn in a year of hard labor.
But this young man seemed deeply troubled. Behind him followed several men who appeared to be former soldiers, all strongly built.
Though he appeared to be some noble or official, the old farmer didn't particularly care who he was or what wealthy people were up to. His only concern was finishing the work at hand.
However, the young man suddenly approached him directly.
"Elder, may I ask you something?" The young man inquired with a warm, disarming smile.