Jarol was a strong, handsome young man. As the son of the village chieftain, he was learning to be a good, honest, and fair leader. The village elders all agreed that Jarol would, someday, make a good chief. Not that they were in a hurry to lose Jarol's father, but..., well, that's another story.
Today, Jarol was working on the irrigation ditches. In truth, this system had been his idea, and it promised to improve the harvest by at least half. He was working on the part that controlled how much water was being sent to the fields. It was tricky getting it just right, so the fields wouldn't be flooded out. So he did not hear the sorceress approach.