Board Thread:Middle Earth Roleplays/@comment-25356210-20160307203945/@comment-26005135-20160315222358

Barry looks around and remembers the jungles of home, another world away, where the cocoa beans grow huge and orange and the vines grow down to the ground, and the underbrush is so thick one needs shears to cut through. He remembers the wild cats that roam, fearful of human and villager alike.

That little paragraph was for one reason only. To explain why Barry brought shears.