Emmett nodded, looking out over the field he had been tending to. There were weeds he could see there already, that he'd have to go and pick out later; he knew that while he did he would be thinking of these words. Was it really as simple as that? The old man admitted himself that weeds weren't the same as humans.
What did 'pulling them out' mean? As much as he was opposed to what was happening, Emmett was not the sort to kill. He was hardly the sort to hurt. The axe he had taken to Zariah's manor had been more for display than anything else.
"Uh...bit of both?" He asked, not sure where the question was coming from. "If I do buy it, I get it from Amalia. She's pretty good, but I find her crusts a lil thick sometimes, so I like t'try make my own too." Confused, he raised an eyebrow. "Do you...want some...?"
What did 'pulling them out' mean? As much as he was opposed to what was happening, Emmett was not the sort to kill. He was hardly the sort to hurt. The axe he had taken to Zariah's manor had been more for display than anything else.
"Uh...bit of both?" He asked, not sure where the question was coming from. "If I do buy it, I get it from Amalia. She's pretty good, but I find her crusts a lil thick sometimes, so I like t'try make my own too." Confused, he raised an eyebrow. "Do you...want some...?"
