In the early morning, as the sky began to brighten, old Abel yawned and got out of bed, heading to the pigsty outside the farmhouse to prepare today's feed for the animals.
This was one of his few chores during the winter.
However, at that moment, the commotion coming from the feed shed made his nerves tense up.
There were only two situations when this kind of thing happened: either it was a drunk adventurer, or a beggar from outside the village.
If it were the former, it would be easier to handle, just notify the adventurer's guild, but the latter was uncertain.
As for the most dangerous third possibility, that would be the little demons from the nearby forest.
But those cunning creatures would not stay until daylight, usually flying away after being full, so he hadn't considered it at all.
"Let me see what you are..." Old Abel muttered to himself, first calling for others nearby, then grabbing a pitchfork and charging in with the group.
