The very question he has been pondering until the boy approached him. His gaze sweeps over the ruined farmsteads.
"Mayhap underground. Such things like to hide in the dark, do they not? They push their branches out of the soil and into the sun, proliferating like a weed..."
He purses his lips, frowning. "I would rather not waste time digging blindly however."
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"Mayhap underground. Such things like to hide in the dark, do they not? They push their branches out of the soil and into the sun, proliferating like a weed..."
He purses his lips, frowning. "I would rather not waste time digging blindly however."