Farming. Right. That was what he was doing. Not hacking through hordes of enemies, not passing judgement from his throne. It was becoming harder and harder to remain in the present. Rughoi just nodded silently. They soon came upon the house, and the farmer was right. It wasn't much. For a dracon, it would be absolute squalor. It might shelter a couple families of kobold, but Rughoi doubted he would be sleeping in a bed tonight.