garden of the mind
Money talks here, and you could use some of it. In addition to your usual stipend, soldiers here like to trade services and knowledge for a little bit of coin. If your morals are particularly dismal today, you might even accept a bribe or two. 1d4 +1 Obols for every post.
“Huh? Are you sure you didn’t hit your head on something? The soldiers are offerin’ to pay you to... Cut leaves?”
Larcei has to take a step back. Examine her surroundings. Before her are a number of projects to be worked on: tiny trees potted in the way flowers often are, and great hedges, uncut and somehow dragged into their base camp. Larcei doesn’t know if the soldiers put them here, or if Hisame, whose idea this whole thing is, saved them the effort.
Whatever the case may be, she’s skeptical. The people of this war are an oddity, and her experience with these dreams tells her that oddities often spell one’s doom. This could totally be a ploy to get them to waste their time doing menial labor, not pay up, and thus sabotage the resistance’s efforts.
In a way more mocking than sincere, she draws her stellar Brave Sword. Its gleaming edge is pointed to one of Hisame’s trees, Larcei’s moon-hued eyes sizing it up as a target. “What am I supposed to do then--slash it up with my sword? If they want some extra lumber, they could’ve just told us to grab an axe and head into the forest!”
Crusaders forbid she find the value in anything that isn’t nonstop action.
Roll 1d4+1 = 5, +5 Obols!
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