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"The same reason some animals eat bugs." replied Mrytle.

Normally if someone tried to sneak something into one of the bags or steal something the other merchant would notice and tell them to stop but since Mrytle was distracted they got away with it. "Maybe men don't have the same abilities as you and aren't able to farm by hand." said Melissa. "If you really do prefer hand farmed things I do have one item farmed without tools but it's very low and supply and sensitive to being eaten by bugs." Melissa found in a distant land she didn't really care much for it and didn't think anyone would buy it soon though being a dreamer she couldn't turn it down and it turned out to be a good decision.

"That's disgusting, bugs are friends not food." Arlo's eyes would follow the fly that flew around him and he'd giggle at it. "Bugs are all over the fields and they like us, Hobies." The other Hobies would shake their heads. "We don't use tools."

"Ey, don't tell me tell it to animals who eat bugs." replies Mrytle.

"Yes, plants can handle bugs that are from the same area as them but when foreign bug shows things get weird." Says Melissa. The item in the bag was used to bugs from it's area but as for foreign bugs, there was a danger they carried some strange foreign disease or had strange habits that could damage it. This was the price to pay when being a traveling merchant.

The Hobies who had turned to Giggles begin to laugh a little bit. "What about worms, what if they just so happen to sneak in your bag?" The Giggles snickered at the idea of her looking down in her bag and seeing the collection of worms that they'd slipped into the merchant's bag.

Melissa tapped her chin and thought, "Then I would wind up unknowingly spreading foreign diseases to all the places I go and maybe even cuase the next black plague." She guessed. Melissa assumed there weren't any bugs in her bag since she and Mrytle didn't what the giggles had done.

The Hobies began to eat at the honey and they'd look out and they would begin to scurry as they saw a horse coming toward the fields. "It's farmer, Sperry Fenwick!" The Hobies began to get happy and run around as they saw the farmer that gave them a home. "Yay!"

Mrytle and Melissa leave feeling business not going well. They leave the area to find others to sell items to.

Perryodd wanders about studying her surroundings and trying to learn about the ecosystem. She came here after she was given time off, basically Perryodd was on vacation and so far she was really enjoying her vacation. Though occasionly locals who saw her would sometimes kind of flip out but it wasn't her fault. Let's just say Perryodd was a bit of an odd race. Not too common either, her kind only lived in a certain area for reasons, very complicated reasons.

A Hobie would pop up out of no where and he'd tilt his head at her. "Are you made of cranberry juice?" Arlo would laugh at the thought as he observed the girl who seemed to be made out of some sort of crimson liquid, however the farmer, Sperry Fenwick would become as pale as a ghost. "W-What are you?!" His mouth would shake at fear of the girl made of blood.

Perryodd smiled optimistically and said, "Hi, I'm Perryodd and I'm an Elemental." Perryodd was used to others not being aware of what she was. "Don't worry, I come in peace." She added this time looking specifically at Sperry. Not only had Perryodd come in oeace but she was also hoping to gather some information. Perryodd was curious young elemntal who dnjoyed learing new things and observing the world around her. So meeting a hobie for the first time made her want to learn about them, their behavior, and maybe a little about their biology. This made her take out a note pad and start writing notes about how the hobies acted, and how their bodies seemed to function.

As the farmer saw her, he began to fluster up some insults. "You aren't an elemental! You're a demon of some sort! Look at you, you're made of blood!" Sperry would become extremely pale and the Hobies would look at him and a collective "Ooo." was made, "He's changing colors..."

"Yes, I am a Blood Elemental created years ago when, well," she would puase and think for a while, "When a person struggling to get a human child found a special book and made me from the blood meant to house a human baby." says Perryodd. Perryodd would then offer Sperry a warm potato to help with the paleness.

The farmer were look at the potato and then he'd look at her and then he'd take a bite out of the potato, which disgusted the Hobies. "Ew... Potatoes!" The sound of the Hobies speaking sounded squeaky and very high pitched.

Perryodd wrote down how the hobies reacted to Sperry eating the potato. She also noted that there voices could be very high when they were experiencing certain situations. "Do you live with them?" she asked Sperry. Not thst being the only A in a town of B's was weird is was actually more common then one would expect, Perryodd was just asking for research purposes.

Sperry would raise a brow to the strange woman and he'd shake his head. "I won't fit in a Hobie hole, they live underground, I live over my farm over there!" The Hobies tilt their heads at the notepad. "What's that for?"

Perryodd nodded to show she understood what Sperry meant. Then she pointed at her notepad and said, "This is for writing down the things I learn so I can look at them later or give it to others. How do you save in information? Do you simply vocally share and keep the knowledge and stories going, use actions to convey stories or do you have a library?"