[Eventually, the vines are cut far enough back that he hopes they'll not reach his office again. It took nearly an hour to fight them to the root, and then rip it out of the earth, and he knows there must be more - but this was, pun intended, the root of his problems.
As he turns away, still softly fuming, scythe slung over his shoulder, he finally notices the cat, and his eyes narrow. He knows that frame.]
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As he turns away, still softly fuming, scythe slung over his shoulder, he finally notices the cat, and his eyes narrow. He knows that frame.]
Lydia.