Roland had to consider that a long moment. Farming. Were his old bones really ready for that? When he had been younger he had dreamed that he would be valorous and triumphant, to be granted land and peasants to till the soil, hew the crops and separate chaff from wheat. None of this was anything he'd done since a child.
"A lifetime of fighting for liege and land and what have I wrought?" Roland answered. "T'is a land made safe by my blood and now am bereft of purpose for there be little need for one such as I these past seasons. Nay. T'was little else to do save journey forth towards the frontier in search of bread and coin as part of a caravan and we didst part ways some time it reached these far provinces and split into mere peddlers."