You had just been bought hours earlier and are now on a new farm. Your new master is named Ketil, apparently. You're dragged through the fields like a rag doll and thrown at a random man's feet. The guard roughly explains to the worker that he'll be teaching you how to work these fields. The guard trudges off without another word, clearly irritated at having to do his job.

The young man peers at you as he bends down. He pokes you in the shoulder.

"Welcome to the farm. I'm Einar. You are?"