a single room cottage with a dirt floor, minimally decorated with only a table, a pallet and a wood burning stove there is but a single window and a single door at this place
Farmer's house, Farm
lord
farmer
I am a farmer. I grow crops on my land. I like to work with my hands. I get up early, and go to bed very late.
I do love my crops! And indeed, they look fine! But have you tithed your 40 percent to the kingdom yet? 60 percent!  I think the Kingdom could do so much more if only it had more wealth! Then this paper must be in error. It says you failed to tithe the past two years. Any idea why that may be? Well, your wife always comes by with her personal guard to collect the taxes, ever since Old Petey the Taxman was kidnapped by giants.  Why, she took my share less than a fortnight past. If you know my wife, what is her name? If you get it correct, I will trust that you have paid. Why, my Lord!  You know we are not allowed to know your names or even speak them!  It is the law upon penalty of death! The precise answer I was hoping to hear! Very good, indeed! I trust you have paid your obligations. Still, I don't see how we could have confused the matter. Does your wife have a twin sister perhaps?  Or has the sorceress escaped and begun to create doppelgangers once more? No twin, but perhaps there is an enchantment occurring. Did you sign a paper like this when you tithed? I cannot read nor write milord, so no papers were ever signed your excellency. This could be the problem. Perhaps I should return tomorrow with my wife to see if we can sort this out?