Dragoncrest Cliffs Tired, Hungry, Violent

his eyes widened at the explanation, then shifted 'round, taking in the vegetation around them. sure, it was true, the leaves had curled and browned as the weather cooled. but he figured it was just a change—not a dying.

though, if phobos was right—and he had no reason to doubt the piebald man—the greenery would return, eventually.

lafayette gave a shrug, his affable smile remaining. i will help, he decided for the both of them. jus' tell me what i need be doin'. diggin' de plants up?

it seemed a very delicate process, but he was willing to learn.