[Palacrisis D Jones]

“Darnit !” swore Kallick as he realised that brightening two of the planting had the potential for disaster. where are the rest of the workers? he asked one elderly fellow who had turned up gone to join the guard young fella, doing their duty and volunteering to go bash a few Orc’s ‘bout time I reckons.

His lovely workforce was decimated and now the planting was going to take forever . That was not all the estate had visitors and these were not the sort you sat down with a cup of tea and had a good gossip with they were winged beasties and Kallick did not like the look of them at all. They were bugs flying bugs and what was worst of all they seemed interested in his precious seedlings.

These visitors were outside any experience he had gained from his reading , his adopted father had not warned him about nasty stripy brown and orange bugs with an interest in young seedlings. He could hardly tear around the fields and shout at them to “go away!” but he recognised a threat when it hovered over his fields

His pondering about what to do was interrupted by an unprepossessing fellow who marched up and introduced himself. He did not look like a guardian angel with his scarlet neck and coiled whip but the words overseer were music to the ears of a beleaguered Dorin.

Serale Bubba, Kallick D Jones, I am looking after the estate for my father so you’re an overseer are you well Bubba ….and he pointed at the bugs over his fields ever seen those insects before?