Carson buck sat on his porch, cigar in his mouth, watching as the star-filled night took over his fields. Enjoying the one day a month he has zero responsibility, as some people have to work. (Unlike those royals.) It's taken him so many labor filled years to get where he is now, but those royals get whatever they want HANDED to them and he hates it.

Coincidentally as he's angerily ranting to himself a carriage pulls up beside his home, a single knight stepping out.