After a few days, a very young priest would pass through the fields, visiting with the farmers, stopping to talk at length with each, ask how they are doing, and deal with any concerns before moving on to the next.
He has blonde hair and fair skin, and his robes are clean and functional, but stained and frayed in places.
He'd stop in front of the stranger, smile an easy smile, and let his blue eyes flash briefly to the sword on the man's back before greeting him.
"Dawn's blessings. I'm Cleo. How is your morning?"