Salt the Earth

[inagutterson]

WHO: Legolas, Yngvi
WHAT: Guess what Anders forces the boys are here to chase off your food and rip up all the plants, even the grass and definitely the elfroot. Enjoy.
WHEN: Harvestmere
WHERE: Northern Orlais, Anders invasion forces location
NOTES: HERE is the assignment.

It feels like a dog's year since Yngvi was last out doing honest mercenary work, likely because it has been, because Inquistion work is not what he imagined it to be. Because the Inquisition doesn't know what face it's wearing most days. But he's out here, he was astride his magnficent horse all the way here pulling a chariot (a keg fashioned to fit a dwarf and belongings should the need arise) and the company was good.

Removing animals isn't so terrible as getting rid of unwanted people. Or ghasts. Or wyverns. It'd be one of them being fed to help get rid of the wyverns if it was wyvern removal and the beasts are fairly stupid. It's a good day.

He has rolled himself into a druffalo in the hopes of sending it barreling in the direction of the rest, it'd be handy if they just did the stampede thing, or Yngvi reckons they stampede. As he looks over to see what his companion and partner for this thrilling assignment is up to (unaware of course that this fun day is going to be interrupted by a pack of Anders peasants) he's grinning.

"Better than spiders and being down in a cave right mate?"

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[tofindthesun]

Legolas is busy convincing the various odd things to get gone. It's unfortunate that he can't have them tell other animals the same thing, since none of them speak the same language. Which, is usually case, but not in his experience. The fact that the birds can't carry his messages and tell their land-lubbering friends to run is putting a metaphorical pebble in his boots.

But it is better than spiders and caves, and spiders in caves.

"A little bit." He pinches two fingers together until they're basically touching. "I have never cleared land before. Usually my people are the ones keeping it safe. But there is a first time for everything."

He's been gathering up anything that looks edible too, handing it over to either Yngvi or tying it to some of the larger creatures that he sends running towards the Orlesian front lines like a walking whole-roast. Or trying, anyway. Whether they actually head in the right direction is a toss-up, but better a wayward hunter find them than the invaders.

"Spiders, at least, a rather straight-forward. Hunting them is a simple task if mind-numbing in nature. But I would not say no to a bit of cave delving!"

He sounds more convincing than he looks, though.