[center][h1][color=plum]Niara Rootwick[/color][/h1]
[h3]~ Center of Town ~[/h3][/center]
[@Rune_Alchemist][@Dragonydas][@Zeroth][@LupusIntus]

A farmer and a blacksmith. A strong combination, though any farmer she’d ever met was much bolder. The woman in question was timid, maybe even afraid. Poor thing. Unfortunately, the things the young lady farmer had with her would not help with their rickety old well. Food plants did tend to either be very small or rather too brittle, not hardy at all. None of the plants the young lady listed had the qualities she would need to encourage from a seedling. Wheat had some potential, but Niara was unsure if she could mutate the brittleness of the stalk away, or make the plant last long enough to have any utility. No, they would need some kind of vine or other, more fibrous plant.

The group seemed to be organizing itself quite well - a party for firewood and scouting, not a bad idea - when another joined their midst. Someone with rather too many compliments on his tongue, and no few for himself. With a roll of her eyes, Niara turned back to the well in front of her. Though she made great statements about the thing, she hesitated. Already, she’d managed to get some parts free, but as she looked at the rest of it, she pursed her lips and frowned. Replacing the rope and bucket would be easy enough, but to work on the rest of the thing might be impossible, her original words seemed correct. Much of the assembly was rusted through, the magic she used for hearing the earth could tell her that much. If she took it apart, it would likely crumble and be nothing more than scrap. Working on this well, as it was, was pointless.

The technically skilled elf turned to the farmer girl, [color=plum]“Yingmei, was it? Did you catch mine? Niara.”[/color] She popped this part and that back into place before leaving the decayed contraption, and gathering her tools back onto her person. [color=plum]“I can go with you, to investigate your field. Think you can help me find a nice, sturdy replacement rope growing somewhere, while we’re on the way?”[/color] Niara grinned, bundling up her tarp and sticking it into the pouch on her back.

[color=plum]“You’re right, though. There might be monsters. I’ve got a couple things for that, at least,”[/color] she pat the buckler and dagger sitting together on her hip, [color=plum]“I’ll be able to fend off anything that’s reasonably sized. No bears.”[/color] She smiled at Brom and motioned to his suggestion with a wave of her hand, [color=plum]"or we all go together. Hehe, I think I'd rather not wander around alone."[/color]