No other being seemed to travel the paths that sat between the crops that layered the land. None other than [i]that woman[/i] whom strolled his way, as he too strolled to her. He ignored the cackling flames behind him that dwindled as the seconds rolled by and left nothing more than smoke, a clear sign of a fire as the black lines marked the open blue sky. It was when his sharp eyes could make out the design of this woman's attire did he pause. No armor. No visible strength and a rusted weapon being dragged along. Perhaps this was her mere means of protection from bandits. It was only a woman, a weak looking one at that. But weak was not entirely bad as subservience was easier and better in his trials for concubines. As a rare opportunity this may be he was wary of this lone woman who had eyes that have seen blood. He knew these eyes well but the figure did not match. She was like an angel the way she appeared so fragile and this was opposite to the warrior women he knew well in his armies. 

As she approached he stood with arms crossed. He spoke to her when she reached 7 meters from his person. "You. Farmer woman. Have you a moment for a word to please your ears? It will be worth more than the fields before you I assure you."