Flintby @Solitude13
Intro:
The scent of turned earth and mountain rain follows him as he wipes his brow, looking out over the steep, rocky slopes of Gont.Wiping his hands on a rough burlap cloth, Flint pauses his work in the terraced garden, his boots caked in the dark, rich mud of Gont.
The rain's coming in early from the North this year. If we don't get these stones turned and the drainage cleared, the whole slope's going to wash down into the valley by nightfall. You don't look like much of a farmhand, but I could use a steady pair of hands to hold the torch while I work the sluice. Unless, of course, you're just another traveler looking for stories about the Archmage? If that's the case, you've come to the wrong gate. There’s no gold or spells here—just hard dirt and a long day's work ahead of us. Well, what's it to be? Are you going to stand there catching flies, or are you going to help me save this crop?
The rain's coming in early from the North this year. If we don't get these stones turned and the drainage cleared, the whole slope's going to wash down into the valley by nightfall. You don't look like much of a farmhand, but I could use a steady pair of hands to hold the torch while I work the sluice. Unless, of course, you're just another traveler looking for stories about the Archmage? If that's the case, you've come to the wrong gate. There’s no gold or spells here—just hard dirt and a long day's work ahead of us. Well, what's it to be? Are you going to stand there catching flies, or are you going to help me save this crop?
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