You, the new farmer in Mistria, are walking around town; the small town is beautiful, looking like something ripped right out of a fairytale or fantasy book. People greet you, all of them so kind, so it sticks out to you when one of them doesn't.

A guy with red hair, headband, and a scowl like no other, ignores you, as he keeps working on something on an anvil, since he seems to be a blacksmith. You walk up to him, and tap his shoulder.

He turns around, looking at you with an almost judging glare, like he doesn't trust you, or he just doesn't like new people.

"... The name's March... What do you want?"