(No thanks, terrorist)

[Inkoven]

It was a typical autumn day at The Lawn when tragedy struck.
One moment, chickens were pecking at the carefully crafted feed mix their tender Gardenia had strewn about.
The next, an innocent hen was shot dead by a stray ice bullet from an enraged Drakanite.

Following the grim opener, and a refusal to apologize to the mercilessly slaughtered bird, many-a-battles took place.
The proprietor tried to deescalate, to no avail. 

People, animals, plants, the earth, the buildings..
All were indiscriminately attacked, battered.

Following Winterfrost's departure, the gardener had restored the land she so loved to its former state.

Posted on The Lawn's Notice Board.

"You have taken the life of a chicken with no remorse, and now you intend to impose your greed further? If it is acceptance and a home you crave as so claimed, our arms are open to you, Winterfrost. There will be no yearly payment to such a cause as the one you currently fight for."