He opened the door to the small hut he lived in, the old wood creaking on the rusty hinges. He had just got done working on the farm, sweaty from the hot day. He dropped the tools near the front door, sitting down in the rickety old chair he loved. Dante was a knight before he had turned to a farm life, but left the army after a bloody battle. Dante fled from Saxony to Austrasia to avoid imprisonment, settling down in a small farming village. "Working the fields is hard, even for me."