["Aye," the farmer nods, "That much we can agree on. Our homes...they're always worth fighting for." He smiles at them both in turn, though it's tinged with a bit of sadness all the same. "Things are a right mess right now, but we're all glad you're here, Otherworlders. Thank you."
At that, Lightning looks down into the fire. It's so easy to get lost in the big, god-betrayal side of things sometimes. So easy to forget that, at the end of the day, these people need help, too.]
Thank us when the fighting's done. We've got a long way to go.
["You sure do. You can start by hunting down the Empress' ghost!" The younger farmer chimes in with a grin. "Get her to stop rotting our food and we'll cook you all a feast!"]
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At that, Lightning looks down into the fire. It's so easy to get lost in the big, god-betrayal side of things sometimes. So easy to forget that, at the end of the day, these people need help, too.]
Thank us when the fighting's done. We've got a long way to go.
["You sure do. You can start by hunting down the Empress' ghost!" The younger farmer chimes in with a grin. "Get her to stop rotting our food and we'll cook you all a feast!"]