Wild Berry Meadow Good Luck, Babe!

not only her precious land. his, too.

barley came from behind damsel, an imposing figure besides her, a stoic thing, grey like mountains, watching like a sentinel. he lets his wife do the talking, here to support.

strange singing. he'd say nothing, let his wife handle it.

he was only here for when things got messy.

skippable! just wanted to establish his presence