"You mustn't let Yeras bother you so."
With his hands covering his face, Fou sat on a stool near the entrance to his favorite location in the village. He heard the footsteps of the old man approaching, but he didn't bother to look up or even acknowledge the elder's presence.
"It wasn't Yeras, was it?"
After taking a deep breath, Fou looked up at Ven, the old man. "Yeras doesn't bother me, not really." He stood up and faced the elder. "Something happened."
"I figured as much," Ven replied. Turning and gesturing to the table in the middle of the room, he continued, "Sit. Tell me all about it."
"There were two men," Fou said as he sat down at the table. When Ven didn't respond right away, he continued, "They stole the boar."
Ven was looking in Fou's direction, but his mind was elsewhere. "I think we have a problem," he eventually said.
"Sure. They stole our food."
Ven waved his right hand back and forth. "No, it's worse than that," he said but didn't say anything else.
"How could there be other people?"
The question brought Ven out of his reverie. "What do you mean?"
"I always assumed we were the only ones."
"We have been blessed for many years." Ven's expression was without emotion, which was very uncharacteristic of him. "But there are people out there. Many people. And some will do more than just steal food."