Right now the conversations of the people became clear to Zelta. In their discussion, they made mention of the land diminishing steadily in areas pertaining to soil fertility, and agricultural output.
"As you all know, our land is dying gradually. If we don't do something quickly, we might lose it, and have nowhere else to go," said the eldest of them, who appeared to be the priest at that time.
"So what do you intend we do my Lord?" asked a young man, with sleek red hair, and a chiselled face.
"Yes, what do we do now?" asked one of the women members, with a sense of urgency in her voice.
There was no response from the leader.
"You're not saying anything my Lord, is there something you want to tell us?" asked Vincent with a look of concern.
