The village of Farronhold was lively as always. People moved about their daily activities. Children played in the streets, farmers tended to their crops in their fields, sellers set up their stalls to give people their daily goods for purchase... It was a peaceful and lively atmosphere.
Harold raked a heavy stack of cut grass to the side. His bulging muscles shook with each movement as he piled to the grass on one side to dry, so that they could burn it. His brow glistened with sweat as he toiled.
