[h2]Team Farm[/h2]

"Anything in common?" Fletcher repeated, hand reaching up to scratch the beginnings of stubble as he thought over the question, "Aye, not that it'll narrow it much. Anything that hasn't got crops on it this year, I've been trying to move them around since it started. I'll show you in the morrow."

He gave a nod to Csenge. "I've spare rooms, 'less you all prefer to sleep out here."

If nothing else, the man seemed somewhat reassured by the idea that there'd be a watch kept over his disappearing livestock.