It has been two thousand years since this guy's people first took their first steps towards agriculture in a process so slow and gradual that they never really noticed the changes. Changes happened bit by bit over a span of generations. As far as this guy was aware people had been weaving fish traps, breaking the soil with sticks and sewing seeds since the world was made. He's a humble farmer most of the year like most people are, dabbling in pot making, basket weaving and fishing during the wet season as well as helping out doing odd jobs around the village between planting and harvest and keeps a Snerg or two. He has a nice adobe house near the river and while work can be difficult there is generally enough to eat. Even so, some people like to ruin the day. Occasionally those jerks in the village a day's walk upriver launch attacks or some tribals from inland come out of the woods in search of food, cloth and children to carry off. When the horn is sounded, he'll put down his tools, get out the shield that he made and the spear that he got after making three shields from reeds, gather up with the rest of the fighting men and women and repel the attackers. When a retaliatory raid is required or they're desperate for food, a posse will be assembled and they'll go out to show those bastards what's for.