[Gallagher]

With all of the fires out, Gambooge was dismissing the last of the excess water puddled around the crops when he heard the shouts across the farm. Even before he looked back at the arguing pair he knew just which it had to have been that upset the woman. He grimaced and shook his head, dropping his hands and shaking away the ice around them. "Gods help that boy."

Meanwhile, Bag made its way back towards the farm, a cow even slower than the golem itself slogging around in front of it. It saw the mesmer nearing and raised its arms, waving them in the air. "Cattle—acquired. Would—you—like—some—milk?"