Qeya River I Will Always be What You Make of Me

He stared at her momentarily, blinking. He had forgotten how direct Stone Crier could be. While he was not looking forward to it, he felt rather pressured to agree. Spending his day digging up the dirt did not excite him, however.

What did he need? What was important? He did not consider this, aiming to give her a tedious task instead. "Cobwebs." He decided, pushing himself to his feet.

"They're difficult to gather, but if you want to help me then you can learn."