"Ah, I see. This must be quite a change, then," Fox murmurs, though it's evident that Noah doesn't really want to chat about the weather (and really, Fox, who does) so he turns his attention instead to the soil. Not knowing anything about the other man's profession, for all Fox knows he really is a farmer or a gardener, and even if he wasn't, he likely has more of an idea about what to look for than the Ancient.
Nodding his agreement if for no other reason than to pretend he knows enough about the topic to opine on it, Fox at least does have some expertise to contribute when it comes to the creatures hopping about in the jar at his hip. "Ah, these?" He glances down at them. "Flinthoppers. Nasty little things in Longheat for the Grounds - some reckon the Voice made them. If you look close, their back legs are made of something that looks close to flint. Makes sparks when they rub their legs together."
Which, as Noah might well imagine, could be devastating at this time of year.
Nodding his agreement if for no other reason than to pretend he knows enough about the topic to opine on it, Fox at least does have some expertise to contribute when it comes to the creatures hopping about in the jar at his hip. "Ah, these?" He glances down at them. "Flinthoppers. Nasty little things in Longheat for the Grounds - some reckon the Voice made them. If you look close, their back legs are made of something that looks close to flint. Makes sparks when they rub their legs together."
Which, as Noah might well imagine, could be devastating at this time of year.
welcome to the desecration, baby
we built you up and we'll tear you right down
