Wide flat landscape. Wonderful view, stretching out for miles. Strong tower made of stone, small hills and mounds throughout the landscape. Large stairs inside the tower leading to the top.
Top side tower overlooking view, Outside Tower
gypsy
peasant
I am a poor humble peasant.  I have spent my whole life toiling from dawn to dusk to till the land of my lord.  My back aches and my knees have little bend left in them.  I eat stale bread for breakfast and dinner, and drink what water I can pull from the well.  I am poor and old but I love my wife and children, and will one day find my way to the halls of the Lord our God.
Ah, me achin' back.  These old bones ain't what they used ta be, no, indeed not. Hello there.  I see you are in pain old one.  Might I help you with a concoction of mine that eases pain? Ah, a gypsy!  I was but a youngster when I last clapped eyes on one.  I'm afraid I've naught to pay fer ye, kind one.  Times are tough, y'know. Yes, we aren't in these parts very long but are passing through toward a beautiful land with fresh water all around.  I am happy to give you some of my tincture for nothing because I know how pain can bring you down.  Weeell now, aren't ye a sweetun!  Remind me of my own children, ye've got the same sparkle in your eyes.   You are sweet to say.  I came up on the tower because there's a story of the sword in the stone that can be pulled out by only one man.  I didn't know if it were true but I see the sword and must bring my kin back here to try and pull it out. Are you too feeble to try? Ahahaha, I can just see meself pullin' and strainin'.  Nay, indeed, such dreams are a young'uns game.  Ye and yer kin are more than welcome ta have a go though. It is said that the one who holds the sword has reign of the land.  The men in my camp are keen to be kings but I say that my simple life of travelling and sweet times with family is enough.  I don't know if I should tell them or not. Well, if ya don't mind advice from a old man, I'd hafta say that the lordling here is a mighty cruel master indeed.  There's more than a few that wouldn't mind seein' his royalness have ta work in the dirt like us common folk for a change.   Oh, how sad.  I didn't know.  My kin are fair and good men so if one of them should succeed in pulling the sword, then it sounds as though it would help a lot of people.  I love to help people so I will use this signal fire to big them come.   Ah, careful there!  Mind that they're quick lads, then, fer it'll summon the lords guards down upon us.  We've only used it fer bandits and the like to warn the castle. I don't want to risk it...I must go then and run back to them to keep our plan quiet.  But what will become of you old peasant?  What brings you here?