The sun had risen and the villagers, accustomed to getting up early, went to their respective fields immediately after finishing breakfast. The morning was accompanied by the chirping of birds and a cool breeze.
Vale tidied his bed and straightened the carpet. He combed his tousled hair and checked his clothes. When he was satisfied with his appearance, he stepped out of his room.
He saw the village chief sitting in a chair near the dining table. Meanwhile, the village chief's daughter, who was about the same age as Vale, was cooking something.
The village head noticed Vale's arrival and greeted him with a thin smile, "Good morning, let's have breakfast first. After that, I'll take you to the villagers who are going to the nearby town of Ladoshire."
"Thank you," Vale said as he sat down on a chair across from the village chief.
