"Ah," Fox says, understanding dawning on his face as he nods to the other man. "At least here I guess we don't have to worry about flinthoppers eating all of the crops. Though that doesn't make them any less dangerous." Can't sell ashes just the same as you can't sell a ravaged harvest. He doesn't expect Noah to offer to trade for a couple of the bugs, but he nods even as his eyebrows raise a bit. "Sure," he says. "I usually just ask for a bit of food or basic supplies." It's rough going when you live hand to mouth.
If Noah is interest in the offer, Fox will shrug off the bag on his shoulder and take out a smaller jar so he can transfer a few of the flinthoppers into it for the other man. As for the gods, the hunter shakes his head absently. "None, so far as I know. Or, well. I've been to see Dygra, clearly." He gestures to himself, given that he's an Ancient. "But I haven't heard of anyone else asking for help."
If Noah is interest in the offer, Fox will shrug off the bag on his shoulder and take out a smaller jar so he can transfer a few of the flinthoppers into it for the other man. As for the gods, the hunter shakes his head absently. "None, so far as I know. Or, well. I've been to see Dygra, clearly." He gestures to himself, given that he's an Ancient. "But I haven't heard of anyone else asking for help."
welcome to the desecration, baby
we built you up and we'll tear you right down
