"Okay, so this is why the Elf Druids have been appearing in unusually large numbers over the past year or so?" Lynn regained his composure and steered the conversation back to business, lest the Magic Orb get angry again.
"Yes, exactly!" Eve put a hand on Lynn's shoulder. "I'll be honest with you. This time, I really am telling the truth."
"It's because that old woman in my family genuinely divined that there would be a great plague, a great famine, a great war, and widespread deaths among living things."
"So she sent out all those lazy Druids to help improve crops, treat plagues, and look for the inexplicable variables that had suddenly appeared. They weren't supposed to exist in the first place."
"In other words, the Kingdom of Light."
"By rights, a kingdom like that should only exist among us Elves."
"But for some reason, it appeared anyway."
"Oh." Lynn pondered for a moment, then suddenly shook Eve in a panic. "By your logic, does that mean you Elves have spread high-yield crops all over the world?"
"Blah, blah, blah! Stop shaking me!" Eve felt as though her brains were about to rattle loose.
"Oh, sorry."
Eve tugged at Lynn's coat, covering her shivering shoulders, then coughed. "No, you think high-yield crops are that easy to hand out?"
"The first crop we improved was corn. We made it grow in kernels so the Dragon Race wouldn't have to worry about food, and so those arrogant, stinking dragons wouldn't drop below a million in number."
"That was to ensure we had enough fighting strength."
"The second crop improvement was meant to support a grand experiment: building the city of Avalon. But the whole thing failed in less than a hundred years."
"The crops we improved included cassava and potatoes, which