Reiner sat on the village hill, looking out over the village with a faint smile on his face. He wasn't small enough to see everything from here, but he could see his house with the big tree, the farm whose owner had recently died - a pity, Reiner loved the old man very much. He also talked a lot about the crops and his granddaughter. The man leaned on his hand and stretched his legs. He ran from his house to here as an exercise, and his lungs were doing very well. The rising sun's rays caressed the grass that swayed in the slow breeze. Reiner had chosen this village for a reason. Mak. An endlessly quiet, sleeping town.