Harvested
I answer with a fake smile plastered on my face.
He takes my hand, and I follow him out to the floor with the other couples. His tall orange frame almost blocks me completely from seeing anyone other than him, and that gives me a slight sense of ease.
"You know my name, but I don't know yours," I say while trying to sound casual, and he smiles.
"My name is Tilk. I am from Bronkark. I have served since the age of eighteen just like everyone else, and I am delighted to be participating in this harvest," he answers with a smile, and I nod knowingly.