You know that at this time nearly all the locals of Jedburgh are in the fields and so you make your way to exit Jedburgh and enter the surrounding area. Despite keeping a lookout for any peasantry along the way, the dirt paths throughout the village possess no traffic. Just on the edge of the village, a flock of chickens noisily bawk around a young preteen girl spreading seed in between two coops outside a one-room wooden home with a thatched roof. You move to approach her to ask directions to the nearest marshland, but before you can she makes eye contact with you and instant unease and fear paint her face. She takes a few steps backwards from your approach, tightly clenching a bucket full of seed she was just spreading from, and makes a dash into the nearest home. The surrounding chickens abruptly squawk and jump from her quick move. You put out your hand to make a gesture as if to say 'wait', but she yanks opens the house's door, spilling seed as she does, and then slams it shut behind her. The chickens mimic her, now making their own fast pace towards the door, but it is clear they are only interested in the seeds on the ground in front of the closed door.
You look over your shoulder to see a rolling hill elevated against Jedburgh. A few groups of men, women, and children can be seen tending the plowed fields and the nearest man, whom is alone with a plow in hand, takes pause from his work to look at you, alerted by the slamming of the door and cups his hand over his brow to gain focus where you stand.