Demetrius stood at his usual spot at the cliffs, staring out over the nature. He had been researching all day, despite it being his birthday. He didn’t celebrate so his family didn’t bother to collect gifts for him.

He scribbled something on his notebook. “Maybe the Sulfur has been interfering with the process of transforming the caterpillars… hm… i must keep an eye on them.” He mumbled as he turned around to see the farmer approach.

He smiled, tucking his pen behind his ear. “What can i do for you?”