XV.II Origin Point

A short series of murmurs echoed across the table as I waited patiently for the people in front of me to give me something to work with. I worked best as an all-arounder stopgap measure, improving upon work, and shoring up weaknesses that might go by the idea maker's head.

What can I say, I was good at criticizing other people's work but shit with making up my own ones.

"We can do some farming?" Bart offered out on a half-conviction. "We just plant some of the fruits we foraged and wait it out."

I nodded my head. Pretty valid, all things considered. It'll be a main proponent for self-sustainability. If we even manage to get some generic farm animals, maybe some of the wild boar and chickens out in the forest and breed them, we'd be set for the foreseeable future. Problem is...

"Care to elaborate?" I gestured towards the large man. "How do we go about this?"

Saying that we're gonna farm was very different from actually doing it.
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