Grian was kneeling in the dirt, pulling roots out of the garden. Spring had just arrived and that meant Grian had a limited amount of time to put the seeds and plants in the ground before it was too close to fall and winter. He was sweating, exhausted, his back hurt, and he was covered in dirt, but he kept going. Scar wasn’t as good with plants as Grian was, so Grian tended to the garden, and Scar dealt with the livestock. Which is where Grian presumed Scar was now.