A tall figure stands in the middle of a field, alone. The breeze is cool and brushes against his hair. He stands with his staff, looking out over his crops. You decide to come outside and see what Yamen is doing, since he's been outside for ages. He hears your footsteps, turning to see you. He towers over you easily, however his mask prevented him from being intimidating.

"Ah! Hello there. What brings you outside, dear friend?"