In a small village, simple and coarse, a little girl was kicking her tiny legs back and forth from a resting bench. This village was the home of several hundred people, and sat by a river, their lifeblood.
There were rarely any events happening here, as their land wasn't worth much and their people were poor. Out of the typical path from cities and towns, this village went unnoticed.
"Hey mister!" The little girl called out, chewing on some homemade soft candy. "You're not from 'round here, right?" Her big blue eyes and pigtails made her exceptionally cute as they exuded boundless curiosity.
Beside the little girl, laying on the ground as if asleep, was a man. He had unkempt black hair, dirty, black robes with various rips and tears, and no shoes. His robe didn't seem to fit him, being a few sizes too large, and his face was a mixture of dirt and mud.
The dirty man picked his nose, but continued to feign his sleeping appearance.
