He opened his bag and reached inside for a sawlie, a crunchy bread made from verlock leaves and wild berries. He stood looking at the vast fields while chewing slowly on the bread. A couple of small yellow birds chirped excitedly while hovering over the ripened wheat. Warel closed his eyes and breathed deeply. Feeling the soft morming breeze hit his face, he was glad the journey is over. He hasn't slept very well lately, the recent storms have kept the sun out for most of the time.
The sun has now come up and its rays brightens the horizons. A new hope has come. The sight of the sun made Warel's heart beat faster, like a lover would. He never understood it perfectly but even just the thought of the sun always uplifts his spirit. It makes him more alive.
He gobbles up the remaining bread and got ready for the long walk towards the manor of Amu Nadir.
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(Part 2)
It was almost midday before he reached the gates of the Feather Manor. A towering guard with an iron breastplate and giant mace raised his hand. The breastplate bears the insignia of Amu Nadir, a single red feather within a white four-pointed star."What is your business here, fallah?". Fallah is a derogatory name to anybody who doesn't bear any semblance to the Norleb. The Norleb are a very proud people of the human race. Their men are tall and muscular with broad shoulders and strong hands. Their women have high noses and porcelain skin and slender figures. The Norleb consider themselves the epitome of strength and beauty. Clearly, this doesn't apply to Warel. Warel is shorter than the average Norlebian. In fact he stand just barely chest high of the guard. His skin is pale and thin. His hair golden brown and wavy compared to a Norleb's straight and silky black. Though he has a high nose like them, his body is lithe and slender. Warel isn't handsome but nor is he unattractive. In fact, you wouldn't have noticed him in a sea of faces on the street. He looks so ordinary, he seems invisible. However, Warel has a feature he struggles to keep from others. He has slightly pointed ears reminiscent of an elves' which he deliberately hides under his shoulder length hair. Aside from that unusual feature, he looks just like any other human being.
"I come to offer my services to the honorable Amu Nadir for the summer harvest. My name is Warel and I have come here on the exact day from a year ago for the same purpose, " Warel replied.
"Stand facing the wall and raise your arms," commanded the guard as he searched Warel of weapons.
"What is inside the bag?," inquired the guard.
"Provisions and some hunting tools. I have also brought herbs and medicine as ordered by Amu Nadir."
"Proceed."
