"What is mine is his, and what is his is guarded with jealousy and avenged with wrath. Ryuuk shines his grace upon this house. "
With his new home locked and blessed Rothe took a stroll over the island. up the hills and trough the forest he gazed over the fields and stared trough the forest. In the distance he heard what he had been looking for uphill, the splash and gurgle of water. A short distance further he found a fresh rainwater creek coming down from the mountain. He stared at it for a while, calculating and planning. He took a sturdy stick from a tree and started to draw lines from the creek to the fields. He drew a large cross on a few small hills and a few long lines back on his way to the village. Completely absorbed in his plans and markings he walked trough the fields in a pattern that wouldn't make much sense to the passer by. All the while smiling and humming an enchanting tune.