"Bandochel?"
You open your eyes at the voice. Luca the farmhand is just a few steps away, squinting towards you.
"What ho," she calls out, her golden hair swinging as she waves. "Fine night!"
"Indeed," you call back, a touch miffed at having your solitude interrupted.
"Just enjoying the moonlight, eh?" she says, tilting her head.
You incline your head in noncommittal agreement. "What keeps you out so late?" you ask. "Thought you'd be home snug in your cot."
She comes closer and holds out a burlap sack, quite proudly. "Foraging," she says. The sack is full of brown-capped mushrooms of all sizes. "Twilight's the best time for it. Your father said it'd be alright."