CHULANE
let's set the world on fire
The plans he had for Halo would work elsewhere, in a broader sense. Establishing a farm anywhere had similar principles, executing it is what varied depending on the region, and what was being farmed too. Chuy fancied himself pretty savvy when it came to farming, and had helped run a successful one in the harsh climes of Australia - if the farm in Halo was successful, he would think himself quite accomplished indeed. If."On the docks?" He echoed, gaze glancing towards where the ocean met the sand, where beyond the buildings they huddled between docks stretched out to sea. "So, your siblings and dad fish, and you sell them?" Gaze turned back to Milo, seeking clarification, unsure what 'make sure everything is in order' meant.
Chuy was an innocent. A naïve one at that - any thoughts of more devious schemes going on he was completely oblivious to. At least if anyone tried to pickpocket him they'd only find a pocket full of soggy treats for a forever-hungry luxere.
we can burn brighter than the sun
