[color=f26522]Magnumus Agoston, Centurion.[/color]

Level 3 - (23/30) EXP 
Location: Morgensloft Field 
Word Count: 268
[@DracoLunaris][@Lugubrious]
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Centurion raised his arm in greeting to the Nopon.[color=f26522] "Hail, Tora! Yes, let us gather some wheat." [/color] He announced, approaching the field. This place was somewhat unnerving. It had the feeling of a battlefield. A tension, as if something was about to burst. Perhaps he was just imagining things- his instincts may very well be out of place in this strange new amalgamate of the multi-verse. God's domain was far more expansive than Agoston ever could have imagined. The fact that he was now so casually conversing with a creature such as Tora was absolutely baffling, yet here he was doing it. He had read that one of the things that seperated humanity from the beasts was their adaptability. Humans can theoretically survive in almost any environment. He supposed now that went for creatures with a human like intelligent. He had never met any non-human sapient beings before, but he had to imagine the same went for them as well. Centurion was hardly any stranger than anything else, really. Especially after his...modifications.

Still. Tora was quite strange to look upon. Would a being such as he be happy in the Empire?

Well, no matter. On to farming. How hard could it be? Agoston had watched peasants farm many a time. Even better, this abandoned farm had already gathered and raised a lot of foodstuffs. All they had to do was find them.  

Centurion began his search, trying to put his big arms to good use.[color=f26522] "Food for the hungry! There is hardly a more noble cause!"[/color] He announced, scooping up a bundle of something that was probably wheat.