<br/><div align="center"><strong><span class="bbc_u">Location: Ol' Jeb's Farmstead</span></strong><br/>(https://i.imgur.com/1Sh2yr0.jpg)</div><br/><div class="floatright">(https://i.imgur.com/IzqP3kN.jpg)</div><br/>"Yep yep yep, as I said to yer bulky friend the other day, this damn darn thing been strippin' the ears right off the stalks, leavin' em stripped clean but still intact. That ain't no mindless behavior now ain't it? Nah this thang be smart'ner than ten 'coons tied together by the tails. Whicha may think is quite the fantastical analogy but it's actually true I tells ya. Saw it with my own eyes, and back when my eyes was fully workin' too. Nope ain't no ol' man seein' thangs, this was the genuine article back when I was a young and strappin'. And I gotta say with all due modesty I was pretty strappin' back then. Good personality too folks used ta say. All the more perplexin' that my sweetheart at the time gone ran off with that tieflin' girl. 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...." Jeb Colter prattled away as he rolled beside the party, riding on a massive cock...well, on the cart<em>pulled</em>by the massive cock at least. The elderly gnome had made sure to intercept the gang on their way out of the inn, intending to badger them about the quest even if they hadn't decided to go for it, so all the more fortunate that they had.<br/><br/>The mosey over to the gnome's farm wasn't terribly long, though the old man's talking easily made it feel twice as long as it actually was. When they arrived they were treated to a humble, but incredibly cozy, little farmstead. It stood on a small hill, overlooking the surprisingly large cornfields. One had to wonder how such a tiny, and old, man could run such a place by himself, though a handful of farmhands in the distance helped answer that question quickly, "Whelp here we are. Our own little slice of The Garden, Ava be blessed"<div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Spout Lore 7-9</div><div class="spoiler_body">The Garden is the name of the afterlife domain of <div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Ava the Lifebringer</div><div class="spoiler_body">(https://i.imgur.com/lInpXUM.jpg)</div></div>, the god of life and nature and the sire of all creation. It is a lush paradise of harmonious nature, a place without death or violence where the followers of Ava can enjoy the simple pleasures of creating and nurturing life.</div></div><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Spout Lore 10+</div><div class="spoiler_body">It is said that those who reside in The Garden are allowed to experiment with creating all new forms of life. Plants, animals, supernatural creatures, even designs for new sapient races. Most of these creations do not leave The Garden, however it is said that on occasion someone's creation will catch Ava's eye, and that she will honor them by sewing that new lifeform throughout the world as a new species. This is often used to explain the discovery of new plants and animals that don't otherwise have a clear origin</div></div>he said with a proud gleam in his eye. However that gleam dims just a bit when his gaze falls over the westmost field, "That there is where the varmint has been lurkin' around mostly. It's popped up around a few other patches too, 'specially whenever the boys try ta go huntin' for it, but it seems it's taken a likin' ta that spot in particuler. Don' make it any easier ta track tho. I ain't never got more than a split glance at it, but if'n I had ta guess I'd say it's some kinda big worm" he explained, "As I said to yer bulky friend I gots a clean hundred goldies for the hero that can take that there thang out, along wit all tha corn y'all can eat fora year. Ava knows it'd be nothin' compared to the dent this thang has already made in this year's harvest"<br/><br/>