Egging...

[Teo]

*Daniella Stormhaven's home's door is found to be covered with chicken eggs thrown from across the road, with some suspicious halfling-sized footprints in the location they would have come from*

[Teo]

*several piles of wolf scat are also found on the doorstep of the same house*

[Aphel]

A boy, a small sickle and pouches filled with earth and plants in them whose true name only he knew, frowns.
Stupid humans. Waste of food and time. Nobody was to touch this house like this. He looks up. Mouse or Feather might know. They would know. Maybe teach lesson in humility.
"I'll take care of that, Jhon."
The boy nodded and walked past the mess towards the large tree in the backyard. Oh, he'd know. Brother would take care of it.
Silly humans. Ignorant. Wasting food in times like this.

[LordCove]

An elvish lady, obviously unnaccustomed to being in such a large city, wanders the streets for some time, looking for a specific address.
Upon finding it, she delicately takes out a single egg from a pouch, and feebly tosses it at the window where it splatters.

With a nod, confident she has fulfilled the bizzare human ritual as she promised, she walks steadily off with her staff clunking off the ground with every step.

[Teo]

A halfling walks by the house, and seeing the single fresh egg, sighs.

"Elfs... so clueless! your supposed to use more than one egg!"

[Aphel]

The boy who was lost in studying various leaves and small plants that he had arranged in front of him looked up at the commotion.

Land dries out and dies.
His voice is steady, calm, without modulation and with his eyes mostly oblivious to the world.
You waste foodthings, not-become offspring of other creature freely given in exchange for food and protection.
He tilts his head like a curious bird.
Maybe you unlearned. Maybe you better run.