"Good day to you farmer." An aged man turns to the young lord with head lowered but after a moment of recognition he raises his head to look the young man in the eye, "Ah welcome young master how is your day treating you?" "It is good Nicoli, how about your own?" "Ah well you know my age is catching up to me but I can't really complain." "Good, how are the fields looking?" "Well the far south fields are a little dryer than the rest but still suitable for proper growth. Though if a natural rain doesn't come through soon you may need to help it along. Our lumber forests are thriving though, these eyes haven't seen such growth in a decade." "This is good, the Master will be pleased... hopefully he'll step down soon, and then I might be able to help you with your age." "Haha ooh boy you flatter me with such a statement. But I have no need to live beyond my natural years. There's something peaceful about knowing your end in coming and you've lived a good life." "Perhaps if I had lived a different life I might agree with you old man." "Ha get out of here before someone starts looking for you." "Fine then, be well Nicoli." With a gust of wind the young man leaves ground changing back into the great bird he pumps his wings until he disappears into the clouds.