Wurt is plowing in the beds again to grow at least something, every day this tedious work, but she is a future guard, it's all because of the king of Mermorv, he must be full otherwise he will die. Wurt also does all this for the good of their people, if only she could restore them to their former greatness...

• It seems that I have already fertilized that plant, there is still this and that, and more, and more.

Wurt speaks with boredom in her voice and in her eyes, and her sluggish movements. If only she could slip away from here and learn something new.