The walk to the farm was mostly silent. Sanz had a noticeable change in his demeanor as they left the walls. His walk was quick, while his hands were kept close to his sides, swinging only slightly. The reason he wasn't talking was he instead chose to keep his senses open. As they left the town behind, and walked along the path, Sanz was keeping himself ready for some kind of ambush. This was unknown, largely uncivilized territory from what he could tell.
At the very least, Sage and Sanz's luck wasn't so abysmal that his caution was necessary. It did, however, turn out to be rewarding. At least it likely would be on the way back. Sanz couldn't help but notice various plants every now and then on the way to the farm, and was able to pick out leaves or fruits that may be useful for eating or sewing. It took him a minute before he realized it was probably his herbology skill taking effect. He would probably take advantage of that when they were returning from the battle, but not now.
The two of them finally arrived at their destination shortly before sunset. A spread of oranges and purples stretched across the sky, leaving the world beneath it slightly darker. The location was not particularly large, consisting of only one small house and barn. Working outside was a man who looked to be in his mid-thirties. At the approach of the two adventurers, the man gave a wave and a smile.
"You two must be them adventurin' folks! Welcome! call me Pete. You'll want to come around to the back."
Sanz followed the man around to behind the barn, where he could hear the sounds of many little feet hopping around.
"Yes... I'm Sanz, and this is Sage. Could you tell us a little more about what is going on?"
"Certainly! I've been raising fur-chicks for the last 15 years. Had to fight off a predator every now and then, just comes with the territory, but nothing me and my lovely lady couldn't handle. But 'bout a week ago we were attacked by a pack of wolves. Lost a couple a' chicks and my leg got mangled in the process. I thought that would be th'end of it, but they came and attacked the next evening. And then th'evening after that. So we need help from someone a little more versed in beat killin'--ah here we are."
"Well, if you get your fur-chicks to safety, I'm sure we--"
Sanz stopped dead in his tracks once they rounded the barn, his train of thought completely lost. In front of him were rabbits. Large ones, maybe the size of smaller dogs... and they inexplicably had chicken feet. They still bounded around the pen like rabbits, but they had chicken feet for seemingly no apparent reason.
They had to defend these things.
The world had officially gone mad.
