A.) Improve Food
I.) Diplomacy


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A young man, tan of skin and stout of build confidently walks with his friends following behind him. He raises his hands showing his desire peaceful for peaceful discourse. The Ogres may not speak the same language, but the universal sign of peace, food and gifts, are offered from the carts. He gives them time to approach on their own, even pantomiming the act of eating and gift giving. Surely the Earth Mother's will would move the hearts of these great and imposing beings. 

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"All right ya shits. Our food is still meh, average even. How can we win this drawn out food-war if yah keep slacking about," Rye was a bit miffed the farms have grown and irrigation ditches were being dug, but he wanted more. Always more.

"Elder Rye, we are hard at work, great fields of many seeds are being processed and dedicated to the Earth Mother."

"BULLSHIT!"

"Elder Rye, language!"

"No I mean, the cow dung. The fields grown atop old cattle pastures grow vibrant and prosperous. I believe it is to do with the dung. The cows take and like good children of the Earth, return. We must do the same, our's and the cows' earthly wastes will be gathered, along with leaves and other gifts of nature and compacted to create a new fertile soil that will supplement our fields."

 
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Ogres get gifts and smiles, they are offered blessings of the Earth Mother. Compost piles and natural fertilizer for the farms are created in addition to the continued process of farm building.

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