"My Lord?"
A voice pulls me out of my thoughts, I look around trying to find the source before my eyes fall upon Montford, "Yes Montford?".
"Oh uh there's a man coming towards us my Lord, just wanted to let you know." He replies unsurely, looking at his feet.
"I see, Thank you Montford. Though when no-one is around you can just call me Cerion." I say to him, eliciting him accept that and for me to call him 'Monty' as his name is a bit of a mouthful.
Focusing back on topic I turn left to see a middle-age man approach us on top of the hill, lowborn, by the look of the clothes he was wearing. The Redcloaks step in the way of his path with their hands on the hilt of their swords, One of the Redcloaks turns around and heads for me "My Lord, apparently this man is responsible for farming these fields." He says to which I announce that they let him through.
As he got close I could get a better look of him. Tall and strong were words which come to mind, an impressive physique to have due to his older age, if his greyish-brown hair was anything to go off. Sun-kissed skin and deep-set brown eyes surrounded by prominent crows feet, a sharp jaw and chin with a beak of a nose framed with long greasy hair going to his shoulders. He crouches down into a kneel when within a respectable distance.
"I'm Barrick Milord, I'm in charge of the grain farm over that field there." he says with a gravelly voice while motioning his head towards his left. "Rise, Barrick." I say to which he proceeds with doing so, "Lord Falwell told me that I was to meet and discuss my plans with you, He said you were the man for the job."
"Aye, I've been farming these fields all my life, since I were your age". He remarks, I nod and gesture with my hand to the fields behind him "Tell me about your farm."
"Well we got four fields where we mostly grow wheat, we also got a mill and some livestock, mostly sheep and cows. Got around two dozen farmers..." He goes off and starts explain all the key details of the farm for the next five minutes.
"Right, have you been informed of what it is I wish to do?" I question to which he scoffs "Oh Aye I've been informed, Your ideas sound fucking crazy and I doubt they will work, but I've got little choice in the matter. At least I get paid either way if it goes tits up." I simply smile at his crass behaviour, finding it rather amusing.
"As much as I enjoy this conversation, It is getting late. I will visit your farm tomorrow Barrick, there we will discuss what it is we will be doing." I announce to him, getting a nod in response, before turning around and mounting my horse before I start heading off with the rest of my company back to Falhall.
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