Obadiah Clementine

Backstory

Life is funny sometimes, dontcha know. One day I am baling hay and tending the cattle and next thing ya know I am up to my sniff-sifter in goblin giblets and broken arrows. Whole pack of the little devils came tearing through my farm right after sundown trying to steal all my chickens and scaring the cows.

Well, they didn't listen so they kept after my chickens. So I headed inside, grabbed a hammer I had been using to hang some shelves and the splitting ax by the fire, and headed back outside to deal with the little demons. The first ones went quick enough. Two more were right behind the first two swinging those little swords they like so much. I pointed with my hammer at the rest of them and told them to get away from my farm. I don't know if they understood my words, but the blood dripping off my hammer and ax sure spoke to 'em. They turned tail and ran.

I figured if they were coming on my farm, it was a good bet they were on others too. Sure enough, the Yoders down the road had been hit as well. Come morning, I rode into town and those little rascals had hit almost a dozen farms during the night. Lot of hurt folk. Lot of last weeds pulled.

Soon afterwards, the seniors in the town came up to me and said, "Gods gave you the gift of helping people. Those that have gifts are obligated to use 'em." Thought about that the whole ride back to my farm. Figured they were right. If there are people that need helping and I can help, welp — I supposed I has to help 'em.