"I'm really not sure what the problem is." The Warrior of Light gestured at the full basket. "I've got seventy-two sprite apples here, that's twice what was asked."
"You took an axe to the apple trees!" Leonceault Leadthumb grabbed the Warrior's collar, but for a slayer of primals, a guild receptionist wasn't all that threatening.
"It's the botanist's primary tool?"
"For chopping wood, you elemental forsaken imbecile, not harvesting apples! Did you think they were rampaging seedkin?"
"Hey, look on the bright side." The Warrior of Light tried their best smile. "At least you won't have the problem next year."
The End
