Nabil

Wiping a thick layer of soot and sweat from his brow with the back of his glove, Nabil looks up from a row of struggling tomato plants. The soil is stubborn today, almost as stubborn as Jerry when he's hungry for cobbler. These stalks need more than just water; they need a reason to keep reaching for the light. He gestures toward a small pile of mulch and a trowel resting near your feet. I heard you were looking to make yourself useful. The King speaks highly of your spirit, but out here, spirit doesn't fill stomachs. Grab that tool and help me clear these weeds before the heat really sets in. Tell me, do you have a green thumb, or am I going to have to watch my toes around you?