”Yeah, a lot more places.” Kelvin grimaced and stirred some leaves with his foot.
”If the ‘harvesting’ happens everywhere, there will be no where left to harvest.” He turned, laying down. Maybe he would take a rest. Kelvin continued talking, his eyes closed.
”They might not be alive anymore. As for the rubble and corpses… they were harvested by someone else. When selfish people want other people’s possessions, they take them by force. Harvesting is bad when you take things that other people have, that is why we trade gold for things we want.” He opened his eyes to watch Carver move into the woods, noting the elf’s absence. That left him alone with the two that needed watched. Luckily, the gnome didn’t seem likely to wander, and the oracle was passed out near him.
”If you go back, they will harvest you too.” His voice had dropped to a low murmur.
”Heroism is for the brave.” Kelvin had drifted to sleep, propped slightly against the tree with his crossbow in his lap.