farm
You request the nearest serfball's hoe.
He graciously offers it to you, as he is exhausted from a long day of thankless work.
become the best god damn farmer known to ball kind
You begin to ruthlessly farm harder than any serfball has ever farmed before.
A guardball notices your successes.
"Nice work. I'll transport the baron's weekly dues for you. Here's your cut."
Raid and pillage the fields and houses around you. There should be a stick from the tree you can use as a weapon.
The serfballs look at you in shock and awe. Some are scared, some are happy. None seem angry. All are stunned.
Meditate.
You calm down, and take stock of your inventory.
