Barrow Fields As God is my witness, I'll never be hungry again.

This had been the second time Valentine had been sent to the shores of the east. Another job to do; same as the last and the one before that. So on so forth.
He enjoyed the field work and the quiet time that came with it. It’s much appreciated downtime from the chaos that was his home. Though admittedly the silence this time around was unnerving. He’d been sent with no marauders to fill the air with boisterous chatter. It was a bit strange to hear nothing but the ocean breeze and the sound of his own whistle for weeks on end.
But that period of being alone would come to an end that day. As Valentine walked through the desolate fields he came across a man; much much larger. Alone from what he could see, but he did not jump to conclusions just yet.
Ahoy there! Valentine stopped a ways away. Never thought I’d find someone out here.