Now 18 year old James. ( Yes we are starting from the somewhat beginning)
Was walking to the next town this glorious day, he never stayed at the same place for long. Still hoping for the place of multiple colors.
Decided that he needs to take a break. A day or two of rest. Finally finding a small farm. With very few livestock and plants that are almost thriving.
James POV
It's still tinted brown, but this place could for the night, just gotta find the runner of this place.
Finally spotting a pudgy brown haired moddle aged man, who seem startled of my presence."Must not get many visitors".
" I'm a traveller in deep need of rest, was wondering if you need any odd jobs or such done for a place to sleep and some food.
"Name's Greg, and traveller how long do you plan on stayin. I got dome things that need paintin, some things in need of fixin up I aint gottin round.
"I believe I can handle that, just a few days to get my strength up."
"Well there's a barn with a pile hay you can rest in and I may have some food to spare, whats your name son ?".
" James sir , just James".
"No last name?".
I prefer James if it's alright with you".
