Billy Bob was working the fields as the morning fog lifted, drifting back out to the Kaltlina. He began the familiar rhythm of tending to his crop. His thoughts wandered to that night with the Vampires in the monastery. That night was so full of blood and death, he lost count of the arrows he loosed. While the vampire spawn had been dealt with, he couldn’t help but wonder if there was still some use for them. His hoe struck a large stone under the dirt and sent a shiver up his arms.

He wasn’t sure what had happened to their bodies… were they buried? Did they just turn to dust? He wondered… could they be good for the soil? There was so little to fertilize these rocky soils they farmed in, it seemed like anything they could get their hands on would be useful.

A grunt from behind him broke his reverie. One of the other farmers pointed to the stone he’d excavated from his patch, Billy Bob simply nodded to him and the man took the stone and added it to the small stone wall that was growing around the field as similar stones were found.

Billy Bob returned to his work, though the thought still lingered. Maybe he’ll ask Madam Leonora if she knows anything about if leftover spawn can be used to help the crops.