"I sensed you on your way and your arrival. You would not accidentally touch the trees I am intertwined with unless you wished me to pay attention." The forest elf queen rested in the moving vines and roots as she usually did.
The elves around her were still the same elders, some who had left for Genesis came and went but those who preferred to remain here still did so. They cared for their forest regardless of their older and more stubborn ways.
However, they would never betray their ancestors and the forests they lived and breathed in.
"I did, there is a certain farmer group, a merchant farmer group growing larger and larger. Their symbol is a wheat grain and sickle mark. I have found that their farmers are wandering spreading rumors about bursting melons while they have started buying cheaper lands. It is causing some issues since those are not safe crops to grow. Nor are they properly profitable since they are not really edible."
