"Yes," he replied; "today just feels a little..." --What's the exact word? "...slow." Honestly, it may have just been the unpredicted hot weather. But for now, with no special instructions or destinations, Jan Ren allowed himself to take it easy. While not in particular fond of an extreme climate, with the sun alone in the sky and not a single cloud spotted - he called a day off. Rather, he finally accepted having one; as lately, it's been nothing but days of "pull this", "do that", many such requests and what have you.
A rest day was in need.
Waving the farmer off and left for his self, the Sinese simply sprawled on the grass; wind (too) gently blowing through, the sounds of livestock shaping the countryside air to a T (yes, smell included). Not too far from the woodland, but still close enough to Farmer Jim's ranch. He had to wonder if and how he claimed all this territory for himself. Perhaps he had particularly good connections with the local Lord. Ah well. Under these assumed connections was Jan Ren even allowed to spend his time dullely in the farmlands.
Laying down motionlessly on the ground, the Sinese mentally recapped all he's went through up to now in Fiore. If he had to word it, it'd be colorful. Who knows, what else did this country have in store for him?
... ...Man, doing nothing is boring.