Old fountain
None of the knights came back. Oswald was pretty proud of the outcome of their trick.
Now under a black moon, he was at his calmest. He scanned his mind for traces of frustration, anger and found none. It was nice being a simple shepherd anew. Now that his meat stock was full, it was time to visit Revel.
The wheelbarrow's tank was repaired and both its handle were the same size anew. The long walk between his house and the village let him wonder on what he should do once he had money.
Strangely enough, few people he didn't know waved at him. The village's population was small, their head did rung a bell to him, but not their expression. In contrast, others meanly glared at him, sometimes spitting on the road in his back.