Cheryl
It was a sunny day, people toiling in the farms, some children playing outsides with those weird sticks and circular stuff. Damn kids and their toys, they don't understand the hardships the adults face! Said... Some medieval boomer. 

It would feel like an ordinary day, the only thing strange about this specific farm being the loud chirps and squeaks in one specific plot of land. It was bordering a derelict looking farm house, which housed a mean looking lady on her squeaky, ancient rocking chair at the porch. She had a reputation in the town for being excessively old fashioned and hates anything cute. Sucks to work for someone like this. At least you get to get pet borbs?
Laura
*Beneath the beating of the sun, coming from the closest trail leading to the plot of land rode young Ortelius Rose. A typical looking Mercenary with no extraordinary qualities that'd make him 'stand out', he wasn't much for appearance. Brown strands of hair bounced with each trot, joined with the jingling of metal coming from the various pieces of armor which hugged his body securely. By the time he came to a halt it was obvious; The chirping noises coming directly from the fields which this lady owned as hers. Damned.. He'd be annoyed too if he had to hear this all day. Not to mention the loss of harvest would make for an even* ***Grumpier*** *Macen than he already was from time to time. Nonetheless, he pulled himself up to the front of her farmhouse and tied his horse to the nearest post he could find, reassuring him he'd be back soon enough before setting off to meet this lady.*

"Excuse me Ma'am, I'm here to help you with your.. Pests." *A couple strides to close the distance and with a hand ushered forward in hopes of shaking hers, he attempted to remain near polite, regardless of how scary she seemed with that lying bitchface and old rocking chair.* "Pleasure to meet you."
Cheryl
The woman shot the man a glare. Her glare was... Something akin to something you'd find from your sleep paralysis demon... But she even had a more pronounced and powerful aura. She wasn't a weak person. No doubt about it! 

When she spoke, it sounded like literal chalkboards crying... Or babies crying... Or something crying that caused a very uneasy feeling inside your tummy. She definitely didn't like talkative people. She didn't even return his wave. 

"Just go capture them. I don't care. Bah, better yet, kill them. They annoy me"

She said, pushing a paper towards the man with... A very aggressive movement. It had a drawing of the cute critters and... Well, a bounty for 10. Each capture costs 2g. Seems easy enough? You could practically hear them from here too!
Michael
*Having read the bounty and realized she was more than just some lady with a lying bitchface, he departed for the sounds of chirping in the fields of grain. One at a time was the best way he could think of tackling things.. Overthinking things would only overcomplicate them after all. Furrows.. Generally small from what he could recall. Nothing much of a threat so long as he kept* ***Somewhat*** *Of a head about him. Slowly he followed the closest noises, in hopes of finding at least his first Furrow*

*Naturally his sword came loose from his belt, one hand gripping onto it's leather wrapped handle. He didn't like the thought of cutting something down so quickly, but he'd also not be a dumbass and let himself waltz in without any sort of preparation either.*
Cheryl
The field was your generic field. It was covered in a sea of grains, and a sea of... Of course, g r o u n d. If they were knowledgeable about the animals, they would know where to look. Of course, there already were some above ground, scampering about and eating the insects and animals that get near, but those were a rare occurrence.

There were many places they can hide. There are some tiny holes that burrowing animals make, there are tiny pebbles, and there are the tres. They are in the t r e e s! They should be able to track them by the chirps... But are those the only things they are going to encounter? Furrows were known to have companions outside of their race. Maybe he can make some friends today?
Michael
"Hm... I wonder." *Ortelius gripped a small handful of the grain growing and let his sword snip it off at the stem, leaving him with some possible bait. Off towards the treeline he departed, caring not to stay silent or hide his presence as they again seemed either oblivious of him being there, or were just plain docile and even more so than he anticipated. In a field of.. Grains.. He doubted they'd take such bait, but it was worth a shot. Should he find one alone, he'd attempt to draw it close and from there he'd decide how he wanted to go about this.*
Cheryl
Of course, his suspicions were right. They didn't take the bait, instead, a strange animal swooped in. It wasn't a Furrow... A crow? Have their pests been crows all along? Not quite. The crow probably just saw the chance for a meal and went in 

Meanwhile, the Furrows have all hid in their own holes. Holes... He found his chance! All he had to do is somehow lure them out. He only needed to get 10. Or 5... But 10 could also work
Michael
"Aye!" *The young man almost instinctively attempted to shoo the crow away, having realized that his suspicions were correct, that didn't mean something else could swoop in and take their place.* "Blasted thing.." *Though... He did indeed notice now the holes where these little guys hid. He searched about along the closeby stretch of field for something that'd catch their eye, rather than attempting any idiotic chasing of them into their own holes. Though he was somewhat flexible, it didn't mean he wished to shove his head in the dirt like an ostrich any time soon. How comedic, he thought as he shuffled through the dirt.. Was he one of the only ones taking up this..? How sad; They are furrows after all.*
Cheryl
Well, according to his knowledge of Furrows, which should be common knowledge anyways, he would probably spot a tree off in the distance. It had some sweet sap sticking to it. How would he know it was there? Well, the sun was beating down on it. Maybe he can use that to attract the Furrows out? 

But yes, Furrows may like sweet sap. Explains why they are always so cute. They only eat sweet food! 

Other than that, he'd only notice some seeds and the such maybe those could be hand fed to the Furrow?
Michael
"Mmm.." *Off in the distance, a tree was well.. More than visible. In fact, had he not seen it he may have to get seriously checked, but the tree was not what made him stand up from his squatting position and begin his gathering; It was the sap which stuck to said tree. He ground his teeth in frustration as he worked to acquire what he could, thoughts speaking out loud as he murmured curses to himself like* "Damn you, Otty. Why couldn't you be a mage and blast these things from their holes..? Or be fast enough to catch one or two before they got away.." *After getting his hands on what he deemed a generous amount, he headed back to where he knew there were burrows, and attempted once more to lure them up above ground.* "Now here you are fishing for birds.. I hate fishing!"
Cheryl
Yes, he was fishing for birds. But his hard work would pay off! He attracted one... Wait two birds! Wait no... That's just a shadow. He only attracted one bird. That bird peeped its head out of the hole, staring at his tree sap. 

There was a few moments of delay, the creature bursting out and... Promptly sucking up all the sap it could get! After the fact, it made a satisfied chirp and... Rubbed up to the man's leg. Who could hate something like this?! It's so cute! 

Well, now he had 4 more Furrows to go. He had a way to lure them out, but will that work on all of them? They are known to be somewhat picky eaters
Michael
*For a brief moment, his anger faded. Huh.. They weren't so bad after all. He reached down and tried to pat the one that nuzzled up against his leg almost like a cat with a gently tap-tap of his palm before trying for another. It worked once at least; And even if it didn't work, he at least knew he tried. Meanwhile, he let his curiosity get to him, playing around with the one that had seemed to now enjoy him by finding out what it liked in terms of patting and rubbing* "You're a real trusting fellow, aren't ya?"
Cheryl
1 - Not get gold, but get a bunch of Furrow pets, or;

2 - Get gold and the 2 Furrow pets

Of course, he could do the same thing he did with another one on the hole, but would he? They were cute pets, but they were known to have issues if there was an even number among them. Something about mating season and competition? Hmmm.

Anyways, he'd find another source of sap and... A peculiar sight. The crow that swooped on to get his first bait has returned, grabbing dropping food into a hole. Hmmm... They have friends?
Michael
*Though he was aware that the crow was helping these cute little things, it still struck him as odd. Additionally, it seemed he was finding it more difficult to get another as compared to the first, for he was not quite aware of everything he may have needed to know in this situation. But assuming the crow was indeed a friendly, it meant that these things were indeed capable of forging companionship. Perhaps he could also try to do the same and bond with them. Curious, he shifted his attention and asked the one he had with him* "Do you understand anything I say?"

*What if he tried to have it take food in and lure them out that way? Handing his tamed Furrow the small stick of sap he was trying to use himself, he pointed at one of the burrows to see if it would in fact catch onto what he was trying to do, to which it would whether or not the fluffy boi knew what it was doing. These things may trust their own kind before a Macen after all, and should he get another looking for more than that small bit, Ortelius would ensure that before doing this he'd have gathered more sap from trees in the area and seeds he could find on his way back. Though this was still a long and rather tiring process, he had to make money somehow, and this was* ***Much*** *Safer than going out slaying or killing other beasts or even people.*
Cheryl
Surely, a Furrow... A lonely Furrow would find themselves attracted to the friendly Macen. Surely... Right? Well, there was one left. At least in his view. There was only a single hole remaining. One peeped it's head out, staring that the man's bait. 

Of course, it went back into its hole, bringing... A shiny rock! Wait that's not a rock... That's a Silver coin! Where did this boio get this? Well, it approaches the man with the coin, looking for a snacc. It probably saw Macens trading food with these things, trying to mimic them. Intelligent animals. 

After the Furrow ate the lure, it did something similar to the other Furrow, but just... Switched out the chirps with a playful nibble. 

3 more Furrows to go. If he were to search the field more, he'd find some... Larger holes. Large enough to fit a whole human foot!
Michael
*He blinked a time or time and let the Furrow have it's snack, ruffling it's feather with a playful pet as it ate away.* "Smart little things, you guys are. Let's go look for more friends.." *A faint smile escaped creased lips as a smirk formed along his normally grumpy face. These things didn't talk back.. So it was calming to say in a sense. Longer he searched, and not too terribly long after he started his search, he found more holes... Larger holes at that. Well.. What now? He could always try the same trick but with both his new companions. What a funny thought, as it passed his head he couldn't help but chuckle.* "I'm in a party with Furrows. What has my life come to." *Rinse and repeat; he'd approach the new burrows himself first* ***Just*** *In case it wasn't a Furrow, and should the coast seem clear, he'd try the same tactic again in using them to lure out more with food.*
Cheryl
It was in fact, a Furrow... This one wasn't the same as the others. It was plump and large... Meaning it was well fed. The ones he had were small, meaning they weren't as fed as this one. Does this mean... It has a friend? Its beak was red with what looks to be blood. 

The bird hissed at him, making a loud loud loud squeaking sound. From behind him, he'd hear a loud growling sound. It sounded like... A dog. Did it make friends with a dog? Well, it probably did, assuming it just popped out when it made a squeak. Seems like he'll need to fight the dog! It even had foam in it's mouth... It means bite = bad
Michael
*Aw, crap. His head turned quickly behind him to face toward the new threat and his eyes tried to examine what he could of it before any moves were made. As he tried to scan, one hand rushed to unsheathe his longsword, which upon leaving his belt vibrated ever so slightly in his grasp, as well as reach over shoulder and pull his kite shield in front of him.* "Bad dog.. I'm not tryna hurt Momma." *God damn, to think he couldn't get a single day of peace in this world. Maybe he should have stayed at home and became a smithy.*
Cheryl
The dog was not like the Furrow. It crouched down, pouncing on the man with a vicious bite! Well.. Attempted to bite the man. Its mouth was foaming real bad too! Im sorry for any dog lovers out there, but this one is too far gone to be fixed. 

It looked like it was experienced in... Biting things. It had powerful looking jaws, its fur was practically painted with blood, and of course... It had the cuts and wounds an animal known to fight has. 

In the real world, this animal would have been put down long long ago. It was a threat to the community
Michael
*Using his Kite Shield as a barrier, he shifted forward and bent his legs, leveraging his shield at such an angle as to attempt throwing it over his head with a push upward and the straightening of his one low knees as he turned the other way to face it before it could recover too quickly. This dog was too far gone indeed, and he could tell from the uncontrollable foaming as well as the battle scars. Though he didn't want to kill it he wouldn't have a choice this time around. Sword angled diagonally and shield in front of his chest he bent his knees once more and waited to see what the dog wanted to do next.*
Cheryl
The dog reeled back, as if thinking. But sike! It didn't think! It growled again, pouncing at the man. It was extremely aggressive, trying to bite or rip off whatever it could! Its companion, the Furrow, would find itself getting attacked by the man's companion... Maybe. 

It was a suggestion, but maybe his Furrows will attack the lone Furrow. Of course, they'd want to protect their friend, would they not?
Michael
*As the dog pounced, Ortelius attempted to bash it's head to the side with his shield and lunge his sword forward, aiming at it's torso as it was the largest target and housed it's vitals. With one swift and powerful motion he attempted this maneuver in hopes of ending the poor thing's misery quickly instead of making it suffer any more. More importantly however.. Ortelius tried to continue his examination in hopes that he wasn't fighting an abomination.. For he had general knowledge of endemic life and what wandered close to the Salvainian cities, as he was raised in these parts after all. Regardless, it would just so happen that his fluffy bois would be inclined to help defend their new friend.. After all, if he stayed alive they were guaranteed food and that was likely what motivated them to stay at his side in the first place.*
Cheryl
The dog would have been struck down with an ear piercing shriek. It died a few seconds before striking the floor. It was just a normal dog! Meanwhile, his pets would have been successful at incapacitating anf eventually killing the other Furrow. It looked like it was beated to death. Poor thing, was too fragile for it's own good. 

Now, the man only have as many Furrows as he wants to take. It would me logical to think that there will be some more enemies... But he should take the Furrow's corpse as a kind of proof... Strangely enough, there was another dead Furrow sitting on the field too! A free one? With no work? Amazing
Michael
*Having won this small skirmish, Ortelius let out a sigh of relief. Quickly he double checked by stabbing into the now motionless corpse at the neck, and twisting before letting his guard lighten even the slightest. His eyes homed on the dead Furrow sitting on the field, and though his first thoughts said "Score", his instincts following sent a gut feeling that penetrated anything else and forced him to think.* "Is this boy alone..?" *He looked down at the deceased canine beside him. It was well a possibility it strayed from a pack.. He'd have to keep his guard up the remainder of his time here, and that alone made him rather frustrated. Quickly, he cut through muscle and bone, retrieving the head of the dog he just killed and began shepherding whatever Furrows he could take from the hole, choosing to leave that dead Furrow alone in the middle of the field.* "I don't like this.. Not one bit.." *He muttered to himself*
Cheryl
Assuming he took the ones his Furrows killed, he'd already have 2g. Now off to find another one. But this one would be hard. What kind of animals would Furrows befriend? Well, Definitely ones that can protect them. There were many ways he can do this, either he looks for more holes, or actively send out his Furrows to attack... But was that really a good idea? Depends on what they encounter. 

He has 4 options. 

1 - Just turn in the one (or two) Furrow corpses he found;

2 - Search for more holes in the ground;

3 - Send his Furrows for a hunt; or

4 - Try to somehow find more dead corpses of Furrows
Michael
*He'd have to accelerate his findings if he wanted to make this worth his time. Was he comfortable putting himself in risky situations though? He was alone; Not just that but in the event he was injured the only person who knew he was here was the owner of this land; resting bitchface lady. She'd likely just scoff at his failure if he came back messed up. Le sigh.. With a moment of hesitation, he turned back his attention to the dead Furrow out in the field and decided to chuck the decapitated head of the dog he fought in it's direction in hopes of scaring off anything hiding closeby.* "Welp, you miss every shot you don't take."
Cheryl
There was a soft thud... Immediately after, he'd hear sounds of scampering as... Practically anything nearby would be able to detect that sound and say "Danger!" Seems like he scared off his prey. They were extremely quick to get out of the farm... And... Go into the forest. Will they be back? Unsure. 

He definitely did... Well... Lose a chance of getting any more gold. Unless of course, he did also turn in his Furrows. But he wouldn't do that right? They were amazing pets!
Michael
*Noticing that he had scared away everything, pay or foe, he slowly made his way over to the dead Furrow and gathered it's lifeless body.* "Better scare everything away than let some unwanted guests blend with the crowd.." *Soon he departed from the general area and walked closer to the farmhouse, considering his options. How many furrows was he able to gather from the larger hole earlier..? He wondered and started to count the fluffy bois he had found back there. They were cute and all, but with the kid of lifestyle Ortelius lived, they may not be suited for his life in general. Maybe he could take them back to town and sell them there to a more welcoming owner? Who knew.*
Cheryl
He would find himself 4g worth in dead Furrows, assuming he took the one laying on the field. He would also find himself accompanied by two live Furrows, who were determined to stay with him 

He definitely won't be getting rid of these easily. Anyways, with his actions, the quest would end once he reaches the lady. I won't need to RP this, the quest ending after a few hours of work! 

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Quest Ended!
0.5pp 
4g
2x Pet Furrows```