"So, tell me more about the Mouseling Tribe," I requested.
Robi took a nervous nibble of his carrot.
"They are... intense, Ms. Arinya. They live in a place called the Warren-City. It's a massive network of tunnels and chambers carved deep into the clay of the Eastern Plain. It's cool, dark, and very, very crowded."
I felt a shiver of pure disgust crawl down my spine. Dark, crowded, and full of rodents? My skin was already itching.
"Wait," I said, a thought suddenly occurring to me. "If they grow grain, they need sun, right? Grain doesn't grow in a hole. That means the fields are above ground?"
"Oh, yes," Robi nodded. "The Great Plain is covered in golden stalks as far as you can see. It's beautiful, in a way."
I felt a massive wave of relief wash over me and the corners of my lips spread wide in a grin. I sat up straighter, my heart feeling lighter than it had all day.
"That's perfect! That's great news!" I said.
Robi blinked, confused by my sudden burst of energy. "It is?"
