[i]"krsh-krshrk[/i]

The sound of a scythe cutting through another bushel of wheat sounded as Blank finished his part of the harvest. He stood straight and wiped his brow with the back of his hand, shaking off droplets of sweat as he started making his way back to the farmhouse.

"Leo, Linda!" He called, opening the back door and retrieving his discarded shirt, "I finished up. If you need me for anything else, better speak up before I head off!" He stopped for a minute waiting for a response, and when he didn't receive one he trotted through the house to the front door, tying the sleeves of his shirt around his waist and grabbing a small loaf of bread and his sword belt as he passed.

"I'll see you tonight then!" He called back, already rearranging his shirt and belt to fit comfortably and running out the door.

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It took some time to reach the village at a jog, so when he arrived he had already cooled down enough that he was wearing his shirt again. As he walked between the buildings, he noticed people he rocognized, and thought on the irony of knowing most of these people by name, and yet having no clue as to his own. Since he had found himself here two years previous, he had spent almost all of his free time in this town, getting to know everyone in the hopes that someone would recognize him, but although he could now be comfortable around anyone in the village, he still had no idea who he was or how he had wound up here.

He shook his head, clearing away his dreary thoughts as he passed Gaius and Forrest having one of their disagreements, and focused on his destination. He was on his way to the Castle training grounds, since he had gotten permission the week before to train with the royal knights.