Conroys gotten his hands on his fruit and he's successful created multiple dishes. Mashed potatoes, roasted and baked potatoes, French fries, etc. Except he gave them weird names that have no correlation to the names I'm familiar with. The caravan looks more excited whenever mealtime comes around. That was, until a couple of months later when we reached our next stop: Trenzelzone City.

A bustling city with markets galore, 'you can find just about anything you can think of', is their motto. The group checks in to a local hotel to rest and recuperate. Sven's dad, I think I'll call him Boss from now on, now that he knows of my plant existence, told the group to meet in the morning to discuss the plan for the next couple of days.

As the sun brightened its surrounding and sounds of people filled the streets, the group got together for the meeting. Boss started off by showing a map of the route they would take and which houses they would stop by, what they would unload and how much, and their time limit for each house. Each step was methodical and well-planned. After the quick meeting, everyone moved to the caravan to start on the route.

Stopping at the first residence, the guys get out and start unloading boxes, while I take a look around on their shoulders. The first thing I notice is a brilliant European-styled manor, equipped with its own garden. The colorful greenery attracts my attention and I ended up taking a couple...

After about an hour, we leave and move on to our next target. This happens a couple more times with everything going smoothly, until the fifth stop, when one of the men accidentally drops a crate. The wooden crate splinters and the contents flood to the floor. The buyer, who happened to be watching the situation at the time, was furious and started aggressively cussing him out.