<div class="floatright">(https://i.imgur.com/IDWdc9w.jpg)</div><br/>As Katra peered down the hallway she was suddenly hit by a strange feeling, an almost<em>foreboding</em>feeling. She felt like she was being<em>watched</em>, like she was being<em>followed</em>, as if something was suddenly fast approaching and would be upon her at any secon-<br/><br/>"Ah, so ya saw my flier there did ya missy?" a voice came from...bellow? Glancing down Katra would see an elderly gnome standing before her. He stood no taller than her knee, though the straw hat on his head and the well mannered roster perched atop of it helped to lengthen his profile somewhat, "Yep yep yep, one helluva pest I got on my hands" the man, presumably Jeb Colter, goes on, taking a puff from the rolled cigarette in his mouth. Juro can immediately tell by the smell that it's halfling pipe weed, though not a particularly potent strain, "I've been tellin' folk all week about this thang. Rustlin' through my fields, strippin' my stalks an tearin' their poor ears off, always zippin' about just outta eyesight so I can't getta good look at it. It'sa damn clever thang I'll give 'er that. And what's worse ain't nobody wanna believe me! Sayin' ol Jeb's seeing thangs. Says its just crows, as if I don't got a whole darn army of scarecrows lined up already. And then this one feller has the audacity to say I'm hittin' the leaf too hard! Sol knows I ain't growin' nothin strong enough to make folk see things!" he says, giving them little room to interject, "Oh but that feller already gets on my nerves as it is. Been 60 years since I asked out his crush to the Solstice dance. Sixty! Six Zero! And he's been saltier than sea water about it ever since. It ain't like I actually went on to marry 'er neither! She done skipped town with one ah dem tieflin' girls not a month later. And oh boy ya best believe I ain't hear the end of it for months after. Everybody makin' jokes sayin' I wasn't "horny" enough for 'er, which I'll admit was clever the first time I heard it, but hell does it get old after the 15th! But nah I ain't got nothin' against tieflin's over it or nothin'. In fact this one tieflin' boy came through bout 40 years ago lookin' fer work. Sweet Sol dat boy could work. Kinda twiggy, but stronger than most folk thrice as big. Was thinkin' of bringin' him on as mah main farmhand, but he ended up movin' on by next season. Said somethin' bout repayin a debt. No idear what he meant by it, but I've learnt in my time that whenever young folk start talkin' like that, ain't nothin ever good come outta it. That goes fer you too little missy. You ever start thinkin' bout payin debts just make sure it's with coin and not anythin' else, ya hear? That's a little Colter wisdom for ya, yep yep yep..." he rattled on, comboing from tangent into tangent into tangent.