Chapter 112: Formations
“Dirt, Tulland. Real dirt. It’s a miracle.” Necia’s voice was dry and flat. “I’ve never seen the like. The prophecy has been fulfilled.”
“Haha. You have to know how big of a deal this could be, right?” Tulland asked.
“I do. It’s just funny.” Necia leaned over and gave him a squeeze around his shoulders. “Don’t let me keep you here. Go look at your dirt. Let me know what you find.”
Tulland immediately slurped down the last bit of his food, then walked to the newly filled soil pail. Even from a few paces away, he could tell it was good stuff. The normal soil in safe zones was a five on some one-to-ten soil scale and the worse soils he had seen in the swampier or more desert-like floors were a two.
“This stuff is like an eight.” Tulland said, letting a loose handful of dirt flow between his fingers. “Maybe an eight and a half.”
“That’s nonsense.”
“It’s not. I’ll explain what I mean later.” Tulland took the soil directly over to his farm patch with a bemused Necia in tow. “I’m going to dig up all these briars. I need you to hold them.”
“Sure.”
Tulland took the bucket and set it on the ground, then took his Farmer’s Tool shovel and portioned out a big lump of soil from a nearby pile. Carefully dumping his bucket so as not to lose any precious high-quality stuff, he started stirring them together with his shovel, thoroughly mixing in the magic soil with the only-slightly-less-magic corpses of his soil-based enemies.