El wakes up refreshed early in the morning. He goes out to the fields to knock his work out early. Taking care of the cattle, making sure straw is around the fields for them to eat, and walking the perimeter fence. Along one of the boards that frequently needs to be nailed back up, there is a small white flower waiting for the fieldhand.

  He picks it up, inspecting it, and tucks it behind his ear. He wouldn't dare reject a fey present.

  The Lord’s Accountant and Fodgemeister after not hearing from the Lord in some time suspect foul play and decide that they are going to raise taxes on Arkin’s Farm to strong-arm him into giving up any information.

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  Thankfully, El had been making Arkin more than enough money lately and was able to pay the taxes without affecting his bottom line in the slightest.

  Bandlor finds El after he’s done with his work on the farm and they continue their training. Bandlor spars against El with wooden sticks. This time completely committing to fighting him. El is barely able to block any attacks, the beating he receives leaves him wanting to shout for the training to stop, until at the last second he can take of the pain he sees an opening. He lunges forward, knocking Bandlor off balance, and slaps his stick against the God's side.

  “You landed a hit! Thank the heavens for my godly skill, I have trained you!” Ban grabs El underneath the shoulders and raises him in the air.

  “Okay kid. You’re gonna have to live without me for a while. Watch your back.” Bandlor smiles.

  “I’ll be fine.” El says. “Stay safe.”

  “I’m a God! I’ll be fine.” Bandlor leaves heading towards the warren.

  El retires for the night again.

  Kib continues to mine in his warren. The kobold finds pride in collecting chunks of stone and silver for the village which has offered him so much support. Kib has no one left.

  The kobold takes his sling and goes out into the surrounding hills to hunt one of the goblin scouting parties that's been in the area. His people were dealing with goblin dogs before the adventurers found them.

  Kib takes time before bed to write a small bit about his caretakers in the warren. He draws a little picture of them as he falls asleep.