"I will go have a look." Zell said. "Obsi, would you mind waiting here with my mother?"
"Yes, Obsi!" Elenore said. "We have a wedding to plan after all."
"Which field is affected by the curse?" Zell asked.
"As far as I can tell all of them are not producing as they should." Yarg explained.
"I will handle it then." Zell said as he teleported out to a farm.
He appeared suddenly in front of the farmers, who were shocked at his entrance. They recognized his white silver armor and long flowing cape.
"It's Zell!" The farmer yelled out. "You can come to save us again!"
"Ugh, yes." Zell said. "I have indeed come to save you."
He bent down and examined the soil. It was tilled correctly, and the plants were planted properly, at least as far as he could tell they were. The only farming experience he had was his wife's backyard garden. He picked up a seed from the dirt.
It was dried and black, as if all of its life had been removed. "Are all the seeds this way?" Zell asked.
