The farmer diligently harvested the herbs with a small sickle. Slicing off the herb at the root and placing it in a basket, before wading a few steps forward and repeating the process. It was smooth yet slow.
Approaching the farmer Akiol asked, "Need a hand?"
The farmer stood up and looked towards Akiol. Immediately Akiol recognized this farmer as the one who tripped a few days ago. Clearly the farmer recognized Akiol, his expression showed surprise. Wiping some sweat from his forehead the farmer shook his head, "I'll be done before nightfall."
"I simply hold interest in the process.", Akiol smiled.
Just as the farmer was about to decline once again when he spotted his wife and son by the house. Making the connection the farmer's attitude shifted, "You're my son's savior! I can spare some time to show you how I do my work if that's what you'd like."
"I won't take too much of your time.", Akiol smiled.
