On a picturesque plain, in a small village surrounded only by a simple fence:
A young man in tattered clothes was walking quickly with his head down, holding a dagger.
In this small village, all the houses were constructed of wood.
The roofs were simply covered with a layer of withered straw and a few enormous leaves.
Around the houses, busy figures were shuttling back and forth;
And some elderly were sitting in front of their homes, picking unknown vegetables and doing simple chores;
Meanwhile, children were chasing each other playfully on the makeshift streets;
Laughter and joy filled every corner of the village.
But the pale-faced young man in tattered clothes formed a sharp contrast with the pure smiles around him.
An old lady sitting at the door, stitching and mending, saw the young man and smiled with a face full of wrinkles.
"Brant, weren't you out hunting with the hunting party?"
"Why are you back so soon?"
"Where are the others?"
