Farmer and cow
"But the man might be dangerous! What if he is a mighty wizard??" says Serk.
The group crests the hill anyway. You see an odd sight. An old man stands in the middle of the road. His skin is wrinkled and tanned, and he is wearing mud-stained clothes of what you learnt in newtling school as a farmer. (Where you also learnt to recognise the garb of other human professions such as fighter, priest, sailor and snake oil salesman... those of you that managed to stay awake, that is)
In one shaking hand he holds a gnarled walking stick, which he is waving in the air; he is supporting himself with his other arm, which rests on the back of a rather pathetic-looking brown cow. He smacks the cow hard with his stick, but the cow doesn't really seem to register the blow.
"DAG NAM IT! *huff* puff*"he shouts, "You EVIL... BOVINE! *puff*" He seems rather breathless. He does not seem to have noticed you.
"See... he has a staff!" whispers Serk.