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It had been a good harvest but any decent farmhand knows that it's best not to draw out the lifespan of your produce for too long. Fellah was working hard in his fields. He had gotten up at the last light of evening disappearing over the Alternian horizon. Since then he had been working diligently in his fields, hoeing the soil and collecting the old plant matter to feed to his hoofbeasts once the task was complete.
It was hard work but Fellah was excited to plant a new batch of crops, he just got some new seeds from the city and was anxious to try out the vegetables and see how well he could tend them. The soil was nice and fertile, easy to turn and till; it made the redbloods job a bit easier.
Fellah was wearing a pair of work shorts and boots, nothing else. He was already sweaty and flushed from the manual labor and he dabbed his forehead every so often with his handkerchief. His hands and face were smeared with flecks of dirt, and his shorts looked like they had seen better days. Over all he was a troll that looked like he took his tasks very seriously and made sure to do things right, even if it wasn't always the easiest way.
After a few hours of preparing the field Fellah had finally gotten the rows ready for planting. He stood there for a few moments, taking a break to admire the other crops growing vibrantly next to the now empty field, just itching to burst forth with new exciting life. He leaned against his hoe letting himself relax and enjoy his handiwork before he'd have to start planting and tending the next batch.