**Pest Control in the Fields**
The journey was peaceful with no thieves, goblins, or rain.
Mr. Caspar’s condition improved day by day, and by the time we arrived at the village we were to guard, he had completely regained his vigor. However, Mr. Caspar had a way of eating that looked like some end-of-life medical care grandpa, sipping thin porridge with trembling hands while occasionally flashing an arcaic smile without saying anything. As the one watching, it makes me quite uncomfortable. Well, I’m sure he’s actually energetic but still, it’s kinda scary.
“It’s lively and nice during the harvest season…”… Read the rest

