Broken Timber Pines missionaries in a foreign field

It all sounded rather complicated, like a lot of effort. Askan was sure it was important and all but... he wasn't exactly a nurturing sort of guy, now was he? Whatever, at the very least he could try to learn and get a basic handle on plants and what he should and shouldn't eat. How hard could it really be?

With a rumble Askan followed the midget, he would play along till he learned a thing or two. Because maybe, just maybe this guy wasn't so bad. Not the worst by far, but not the best either. Just slap bang in he middle, in the grey area, just like his moon eyes.

Fade

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