1940. Corrupted Mana
Walker looked out at the small patch of withered crops before he spoke up. "I was heading out to look around the wilderness, but this caught my eye. Any idea what happened?"
The ten farmers all shrugged or looked at Walker like they had the very same question as him. One of the oldest of the group came forward. He was a demi-human man with traits of a goat. Clearly he was very experienced with the rough hands and tanned skin to prove years on the fields.
"It is a withering that we thought was caused by bugs or something. But some fo the pants here are still alive and seem to be growing completely different from what we know. Not a single one of us have been able to appraise it since our farm related appraisals are based on knowledge passed down or learned by us."