Everything is broken! Everything is trampled! These treacherous Fallen Ones keep pillaging the only farm we have, and I am all alone out here. Barely could I escape with my life during the last raid, but with the injury to my leg, I doubt I will be that lucky again. Parash’ka, I fear they might come back again soon and without help, my farm and I will perish at their hands! Please, help me!
That was a close one. Let us hope this will teach them to not come here again. I thank you endlessly for saving my life and my dear farm. You see, the earth on this coast has unique properties that make it difficult to grow crops. On top of it, the flora of your world is still difficult for me to fully grasp, even after all the time we have been here. Still, I want to reward you for your good deed. Take it, they are homegrown!
