Disclaimer: I don't own Fable.
Thunk!
The axe made a distinctly satisfying sound as it split yet another log in two. As the young man picked up the next log in the pile, a woman with short blond hair and a narrow unpleasant face pulled up on horseback and got off.
"Hello there. Is this Oakfield Farm?" she asked loudly, as though she thought the man chopping wood was stupid.
"It is." He answered slowly.
"Excellent. Can you tell me where I might find the Lionheart at all? I heard he was here?" She continued in her patronisingly loud voice.
"I'm not deaf you know. Why do you want to see him." The man replied. The woman grinned.
"I'm Claudia Rayme of the New Oakfield Times. I'm looking for the man who won the Crucible at Westcliff, saved the Temple of Light and defeated Lord Lucien, thus saving Albion from certain doom." The woman said with a smile that was presumably meant to be winning, but looked rather sickly.
"He's around here somewhere." The man said, waving his hand at the farm.
"Yes I know that. Can. You. Tell. Me. Where. He. Is?" Claudia stated huffily.
"Only that he's on the farm." The man replied, feeling a slight rush of annoyance.
"Oh I give up!" Claudia screamed in annoyance, throwing her hands into the air. "I'll find someone who isn't some unsophisticated peasant!" And with that statement, she charged off towards the main farm building. The man just grinned and placed another log onto the chopping block.
"She should've just asked me-"
Thunk!
"If I knew Sparrow. I only go by the name Lionheart when I'm fighting." The man finished. As he placed another log on the chopping block, he raised the axe once more and chuckled.