A large tower stretches high into the sky. It is made of gray stone blocks, some of which have softened edges illustrating aged signs of wear. Sparse grass grows around the base of the tower, dwindling down to nothing near the dark open doorway at the tower's front. A few rays of light shine into the doorway and brighten a rough stone floor, with specks of dust being illuminated by the sun's rays.
In Front of a Stone Tower, Outside Tower
a frog
worker
I am a worker and I work outside of the village.  I do any job that comes my way, sometimes for money, sometimes for food.  I do not have a family yet, I am waiting until I have a steady form of work.
Geez, what is up with all these frogs lately! excuse me? I take offense to that!