Sarah raised her eyebrow at the stranger on her lovely farm. Who was he? He didn't look like any bandit or smell like one. However, she had a visitor, a cute one. Still, she needed to be cordial, act like a lady like Mother and Father said. She dusted herself off, and looked at him, and examined his features before approaching him." Morning, I do have bottles, haven't tried to sell them. What is your name sir?" Sarah asked as she spotted some giant berries from one of her bushes. They will make for tasty wine, or at least grapes.
"The name is Sarah, a farmer around these parts. I assume you have a lot of coins or you would not have a cart. If you were a knight then I know you would be rich." She chuckled with a big smile. She put her basket down and offered a hand to the man, a handshake went a long way. What would her life be if she was a princess, or a noble, or a knight herself." Sarah looked muscular, it could be intimating to some.
"The name is Sarah, a farmer around these parts. I assume you have a lot of coins or you would not have a cart. If you were a knight then I know you would be rich." She chuckled with a big smile. She put her basket down and offered a hand to the man, a handshake went a long way. What would her life be if she was a princess, or a noble, or a knight herself." Sarah looked muscular, it could be intimating to some.
