Wapun Meadow riddle me this. riddle me that.

A smell drifts from the man and towards the prince's nose. Pungent and familiar. It was similar to the peasant boy's. Åland cringed when he realized it. He didn't want to be bothered by another one of them again. 

Is there something you need? he asked coolly. He glanced up briefly before returning to his task again. It was clear he wanted to shoo this stranger away as soon as possible.