Man, it's troublesome we can't blast the chickens with magic, [says the Tiefling who'd introduced herself as Absinthe to Ko at the gates of the farmer needing help some twenty minutes prior. She's standing in the empty chicken run, surveying it with hands on her hips.] -most of my skillset is killing things, I'm afraid, so.

[She steps back out of the ajar gate, and looks around the various farm things stored in the vicinity in stacks and heaps, as a lived-in farm does. The farmer had quickly left after explaining the situation, citing “havin’ so much to do”, but offered that they could borrow any farm tools they needed to get the job done.]

Maybe we could catch em’ in a box?

[She picks up a crate, empties its contents into another one, and looks over at Ko for his thoughts.]