“Ugh,” Khatar thinks, “these peasants are so dirty!” Despite enjoying his travels, he finds the peasants’ appearance and mannerisms distasteful. He’s in a small village collecting taxes due to the recent death of the local lord. He knocks on the farmer’s door and demands their taxes in an arrogant tone: “Tax collector here! Better have your wheat, cows, or whatever else you can use to pay your taxes, ready!”