Callum
What's the worst that could happen
The lack of rain on this particular afternoon does not, unfortunately, correlate to a lack of mud. It does, however, improve Callum's mood, which has been decidedly less than happy ever since departing Torchline for the quaint nature of the Greatwood. The mercenary was contracted to assist with mud cleanup, and that's what he's been doing since he got here, but today is just too pretty to spend shoveling muck.
So he plays with it instead.
He's discovered, you see, that the mud will occasionally play a little game of fetch with you, if you coax it with something interesting. Callum has a bottlecap that the mud seems to have taken a liking to, and he tosses it a few feet from the tree he's sitting under, only to watch the mud wander over and bring it back. He's been at it for a few minutes now, and it's almost entertaining enough to make him feel sorry for trying to remove the mud from its Greatwood home. Almost.
Maybe he can lure the mud out of the village with bottlecaps. But then he supposes that he'd be polluting the Greatwood, and the seemingly sentient forest might not take too kindly to that. Ah well. It was an idea.
So he plays with it instead.
He's discovered, you see, that the mud will occasionally play a little game of fetch with you, if you coax it with something interesting. Callum has a bottlecap that the mud seems to have taken a liking to, and he tosses it a few feet from the tree he's sitting under, only to watch the mud wander over and bring it back. He's been at it for a few minutes now, and it's almost entertaining enough to make him feel sorry for trying to remove the mud from its Greatwood home. Almost.
Maybe he can lure the mud out of the village with bottlecaps. But then he supposes that he'd be polluting the Greatwood, and the seemingly sentient forest might not take too kindly to that. Ah well. It was an idea.
When two worlds collide
