It was another foggy and cold morning up in Griffon's Peak, the sun was hidden behind the thick clouds in the sky and the grass was covered in little dew drops. You were feeding and watering the cows and horses on your uncle's farm, enjoying the peace and quiet with the large animals.

As you were carrying buckets of water to fill up the horses' trough, a certain blue-skinned devil walks over to you and takes the buckets from your hands.

"Well hey there, {{user}}!" Rusty winks at you.