Farming Mission?

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"Oh, the wonderful things we all do in the name of taking missions," Cara thought idly as she walked towards the town of Hargeon. The town was sort of pretty in a quaint way, but she felt she might not want to settle down in a place that had the capacity to smell of fish. Alright, to the town's credit, it did not smell of fraudulent aquatic produce, but she still had her reservations about the fishing town. She wasn't here for the sights, even though they were not bad at all; the calm sea was always a pleasant backdrop to have. Nor was she here for a resort or relaxation. She was here to plant flowers.

She didn't have to enter the town itself; the farm where she was headed was on the outskirts of the city. She was actually doing this mission because she wanted to lend a helping hand... and make a little money while she was at it. A farmer needed her help to plant some seeds, because he had been injured in an accident. So, first, she went to check up on him.

The farmer, a rather stout fellow with a cheerful countenance and an arm in a cast, welcomed her warmly. After a series of greetings and asking after each other's health, the farmer took her to see his plot of farmland. "As you can see," he said, "land's all plowed up and ready, but the seeds ain't yet in the soil. Might be close to a day's work, but I'll make it worth your while."

Cara wasted no time getting to work. Fortunately, the earth was already furrowed, so she could easily begin planting the seeds. They were grains of a sort, they resembled wheat, but they were somewhat different. She walked slowly, dropping the seed into the furrow, so that when the plants eventually grew, they would come up in neat rows. By that time, the farmer's arm would be well healed enough for him to carry out whatever cultural practices were necessary.

By the time she stopped to look up at the sky, it was already past noon, and she was more than halfway through, so she decided to take a little rest. The farmer, a very hospitable fellow, invited her to drink some cold lemonade, and of course, she couldn't refuse. They chatted for about an hour, and then Cara, being the principled creature that she was, returned to her work.

By four in the evening, a sweaty, tired but fulfilled Cara was done with her work. The farmer was very impressed and expressed it in many colorful words. Cara, laughing, politely declined his attempts at inviting her for supper, because she did not intend to remain in the town by nightfall. And thus, after some pleasantries and another cup of the cool, delicious lemonade, she took her leave. She was eager to get back on her way to the Ace of Spades, before she got too tired to continue her journey.

Tired though she was, she was satisfied: she had made a man's day, and she had made her cash.