"If we're going to make the lands ready for planting," Darion said, still looking at the skull on the wall, "Do we actually have seeds to plant on them?"
Garren thought for a moment. "Not in any organized store, no. But most of the villagers keep small plots behind their homes, they've been doing it for years, growing what they can in poor soil just to supplement whatever food they can get. They'll have seeds. Probably more variety than you'd expect."
"So we ask them to donate."
"We ask," Garren said. "I think most would agree. The way they received you this morning—"
"They'd still want to know what they're getting out of it," Darion said.
Garren acknowledged that with a slight tilt of his head. He wasn't wrong, and Darion knew it. The cheering on the road was genuine, these were people who had watched their barony decline for decades and were looking at the first signs of something different.
