Fight the Flower
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Dialogue
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A moment of your time, milord/milady? The fields are crawling with Ocean Roselings—horrible cratures that choke out the crops and main the tillers who tend to them. We hold our own against the seedkin, but it seems for every one we cut down, there are three more to take its place! |