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”So Fion…--" The lad straightened in the saddle, hearing Osmod's voice. "--from what I understand your family has a farm, right? Do you own some cattle as well? I used to shepherd my dad's cattle quite often, and I have a few stories you might find funny. I know it sounds almost frivolous to talk about it right now, but why should we not talk about innocent things? Our mission sure is important, but let’s enjoy our company and leave the war stories to be told tonight by the fire.”
Fionn gave a curt nod.
"We've a farm, but we've only got one cow," he said. "We got her as a trade, you see. Our farm is really more for vegetables, chickens, and geese than for sheep and cattle, but sometimes my father trades for livestock."
At that, his mouth bent into an almost embarrased smirk.
"It really doesn't sound like much, but we do quite well with what we have," he said. "Guess I'm something of the odd man out, hm? Among the herders of the mighty beasts, I am the one who prods geese with a pole and hacks away at weeds all day."
He was suddenly aware that he had been rambling. Embarrassed, he rubbed the back of his neck with a hand and looked down at the saddle-horn.
"But anyway, to answer your question, I do know something of cattle. And I'm sure whatever stories you had to tell would be much more interesting than The Chronicles of Fionn and his Amazing Poultry."
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