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Test Scene
As incongruous as it might seem in the face of all his other cultivated skills, Adric Fandralsson always found gardening to be strangely meditative. Pulling weeds, managing seedlings, warding off pests, harvesting. Even if it was only his little patch of earth behind their home, Adric treasured it. And when all was said and done, he did grow some very nice leeks and cabbages. Onions were still a bit trickier, and the crops of berries varied from year to year, but he'd managed quite nicely.

So, anyone that comes across the ranger will find him looking very much at peace, gardening trowel in hand, as he works at liberating a particularly nasty weed that had sprung up during his most recent absence. The acid drakes had been harder to track than he'd anticipated, and leading the more heavily armed individuals to them, without alerting their quarry, had been an even greater challenge. Still, it had all been settled in good form, with no casualties, and acceptable injuries; and Adric now had a set of blow-darts carved from drake-fang among his equipment.