From a faraway distance even from the high hills, Vivian could see the outlying ancient massive oak trees and an assortment of birch for as far as the eyes could see, moss-green fields intersected by stone markers being hosted by serfs in jute clothing. With her enhanced eyesight, she saw the horses trundled by hauling the scattered plow, steam surging like spirits from their withers.
A monastic medieval village below was consisted not only of the built-up area of lodges, outbuildings, gardens, haggards, cottages, and orchards but also the surrounding fields from which the dwellers derived their livelihoods. She saw how different this century from the 21st century.
Yet she didn't foresee it to be that spirited. "Many of the people who live within the town walls work at a trade or a craft
