The man, slender and pale skinned, rose from his seat at the small dining table. A small wooden figurine lay before him, half-carved, as he stood and stretched, his back making an audible "pop" as he did so. He'd heard the sound of a bird singing from somewhere outside, and that meant that there was only one other person who would be up at that time.

He walked over to a nearby window, opening it enough to look outside. Sure enough, there was a young female figure outside, standing amidst the rows and rows of crops.