Somewhere in a certain fief.
A young lad dressed in farmer clothes whistled while carrying a large bucket filled with spoiled food. Among it was a large amount of a dish that would have been recognized by anyone in the kingdom as it was a local specialty.
The lad walked towards a trough and emptied the contents of the bucket into it.
"It is time for lunch." He yelled. His blonde hair swayed occasionally with the wind and his green eyes sparkled with the liveliness of a young man. He was tall, looked to be around seventeen years old and was quite handsome.
Not long after, a bunch of big fat pigs came running in the direction of the trough. They grunted and buried their faces in the trough.
He said to the pigs. "That is a gift from the third princess to you. My sister said so herself. She said I should expect some more in two days. The princess is quite generous."
