The cows were mooing in the grasslands. Chickens pecking some worms to eat, then screaming to the top of its chicken lungs once it fails.
Rice, tomato, sugarcane, and even sweat and tears can be bought with money. These items are what most of the Grainheart noble's sell. Sven in particular like the sugarcane. It was delicious and was part of desserts. Not the processed sugar mind you, the sugarcane. Raw. It's edible don't worry.
Sven had a bad dream a few hours ago. At least thats what he justified it as. He interpreted it as the heirloom warning him to take good care of it. The voice and the pale palm now exaggerated in his imagination.
It was a few hours before noon arrived and Sven woke up. The events of the locket this current day, from the past hours made his nap a lot more stupid.
"Father, does the locket give dreams to make the owner take care of it?" Sven asked his father quizzically. His teeth chewing on the sugarcane.
They were at the second floor or the manor on the large dining room.
"You must have eaten too much this morning, or maybe the heat from helping the farmers made you feel sickly?" Figtenhood, Sven's father spoke concerned of his son. He was sitting on the middle of the long table.
Sven was on the right side, chomping down the food. "