Being able to communicate with beasts was, in Leech's opinion, a magical ability, somewhat like the Druids found in some video games.
Such people were typically darlings of nature, beloved by all animals. They might even fight against the powerful to protect nature and its creatures.
But now, Pitz was a henchman for the castle's evil Baron.
Protecting nature? Could that be better than working for the Lord? She just wanted a job.
Leech led Pitz to the chicken coop. The summer stench of chicken droppings mixed with the filth on their feathers was so overpowering it made his head throb.
A hen clucked at Leech. BOCK BOCK.
"Can you understand what it's saying?" Leech asked.
Pitz nodded, her cheeks blushing slightly. "She says she hates that lame hen because that one is always picking on her."
"Hss... Interesting."
Leech couldn't tell if Pitz was telling the truth.
"Which one is the lame hen?" Leech asked.
