The Farmer began to laugh. " Your funny girl. Did ya hit the ale a little bit too hard at the tavern? New world? Like what. Some sort of distant island that is laden with resources or something? Jeez. Come along. I'd feel bad leaving a poor lass out here in the fields drunk." He carefully draped his arm over her shoulder and started to lead her towards his old wooden house that was set on the hill. Cyrus began to think about what the girl said. She spoke way to clearly to be drunk. Maybe she was just crazy.... Shaking his head he smiled. " Ah. Where are my manners. My name is Cyrus, Son of the Gromwell lands and soon seller. Might I ask your name...and please don't give me some crazy answer."