Cyrus froze as he heard another voice in his field. And a girls voice to top it off. " Hey. What are you doing in my field. It is private property!" The man yelled as he broke through the wall of wheat that was separating him and her.

Cyrus stops dead in his tracks, dropping the sickle with his mouth slightly agape. " How did you get here? What are you doing in my wheat field? Who put you up to this? Was it Jericho the smith?" The farmer drops down to one knee and picks up the bladed tool again. 

"I warn you if you don't start telling the truth now. I will have to bring you to the guard."