This job is getting a bit strange. We just wanted to help (ewww) a group of simple farmers with whatever dangers or trials they were facing. But instead, Maybell MacLure asked us to deliver a note to her boyfriend. Who sent us to see his grandmother.

“So this is the place?”, I ask suspiciously. “It looks… small.”
Ma Stonefield and one of her kin are out front. Pa Stonefield is no doubt off somewhere engaged in some sort of agricultural endeavor. Tommy is still standing by the river where we left him. And there is an old lady just inside. This is obviously Grandma Stonefield, who we’ve been looking for.
“I guess so?”, Norman says with a shrug. “I mean, it’s the only house around here.”
So let me get this straight,” I say slowly. “Tommy and Maybell can’t get together and make the beast with two butts because their families are feuding. So Tommy sent us here to talk to his grandmum?”
“I don’t know that Tommy is planning on doing… that. I mean, neither of them said anything about fooling around.”
“The note didn’t say anything about involving anyone’s grandma, either. Yet here we are.”
“Yes,” agrees Norman. “Here we are.”
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