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[grumpgoon]

[Somewhere near the edge of things, there's a small, simple farmstead. It's surrounded by trees, as if the owner was specifically trying to hide away somewhere. There's a few fields, a barn... and a white haired man working the land. He has a couple of sheep faithfully following him everywhere as he works, bleating softly at him.]

Yes yes, I'll make sure you get fed, silly creatures.

[And yes, he's talking to the sheep. Well, you found his hiding place, will you say hello?]

Comments

[grumpgoon]

They're more interested in the grass than me. Unless I have fodder. Then I'm their best friend.

[shotinhead]

Who wouldn't beg for food on a farm, hm? Animal or man.

[ A beat. ]

Even a new one.

[grumpgoon]

[A smirk, he has a point.]

You are correct.

I doubt I have any mail, but you're welcome to rest here a while, if you need.

[shotinhead]

Thanks. 've also been mapping this place out - scoping it out. It's peaceful.

[grumpgoon]

Seems to be.

Especially if you come from a place that was full of war and fighting.