"Oh. That's convenient. Any other intention-based things around?"

“No, not really. Magic’s all about intentions, but that’s folded into the whole package of casting.”

Sadde nods. "Fair enough. Food, though, it sounds like a good idea to find some."

“Rather. Hmm... There’s a farm over on the eastern shore of the lake. Perhaps you could volunteer to help with their work in exchange for crops?”

"Sounds good to me. I just have to... intend to get there, then?"

“No, no, intent only works if you’ve been there before. We’re getting there by standard human geography.”

"Ah. Alright, tell me where to go.—also do you happen to have a scabbard?"

“Directions: Follow the lakeshore until you find a farm. And I do have a scabbard, and it is lovely.” The air shimmers, and the blade is sheathed in a beautiful leather scabbard decorated with golden sunbursts. It has an adjustable belt.

Oh good. He can carry the sword much more easily that way.

Onwards! "So how come you became a sword?"

"I was ambushed by Lethice's minions while I slept and dragged off to her fortress, where I was fed a series of potions until I was a mindless slave to corruption and lust. I was kept there as a toy for her demons for some years, until one day my mind returned to me for one agonizing moment. I used that moment to cast a spell that leveled the fortress around me, destroyed my body, and freed my spirit to become a ghost. I then wandered the world, slowly losing my tether to reality, until I came across this sword, which was enchanted as a receptacle for magical energies. Desperate to continue existing at least until Lethice could be destroyed, I poured myself into the blade, and there I waited until you came along."

"That sounds pretty terrible. I'm sorry."

"Don't feel sorry for me," Enserric says bitterly. "Feel angry for me. Kill the Demon Queen for me. For everyone she's done it to, because I wasn't the first and I certainly wasn't the last."

That startles a laugh out of Sadde. "Sorry, it's just—that's a very healthy and admirable attitude. Yes, I'll do my best."

"Good."

It's not too far to the farm. When he gets there, there's a blonde dog-morph woman waiting at the gate holding a large crossbow. She relaxes as Sadde draws closer, and hoists the crossbow over her shoulder. "Hey there, fella! My name's Whitney, and I'm glad I don't have to pitchfork you like I do most of my 'guests'. What brings you to my farm?"

"Hi! I'm Sadde, I'm new around these parts. I've mostly been exploring and someone told me about this farm so I figured, hey, a place that has food and that probably would be happy to trade some of that for help with work."

"Well aren't you the sweetest thing," Whitney says happily. "You know what, I'll give you an advance if you wanna help harvest some of the fields. No sense workin' on an empty stomach! Now, what'd be good for you..." She taps her foot thoughtfully. "Don't have anythin' specifically for human morphs, y'all bein' so rare and all, but I can't imagine you're gonna be too picky, are ya? Just take a look around and grab somethin' off a plant or outta the ground."

There's a wide variety of vegetables and fruits available. This area's primarily occupied by bushes of bright red peppers, long and pointed with a bulb at the base. Some of them have a bigger bulb, and one specimen appears to have grown from two peppers fused at the base. There's trees heavy with what look like peaches, but with long "whiskers" on the sides. There's what looks like carrot tops poking out of the furrows, but with a fluffy cotton-puff in place of leaves. There's a few scattered bushes with clusters of large orange berries.

Ooh. ...hm. "I'm unfamiliar with these. You're sure they're all edible by human morphs?" he asks.

"Safe as houses," the farmer confirms. "Shouldn't eat just one kind for weeks, or anythin', but that's just common sense."

"Indeed," he says cheerfully, and goes for something at random—he's not hungry right now but he could eat and why not—the carrots look interesting.

Whitney pulls one and washes it off with the watering can. It tastes like a carrot!

Once he's eaten it, he feels faster, his legs stronger. He also feels hornier, and his balls swell a tiny bit. And, a few seconds later, something really weird-feeling happens just above his ass; if he turns to look, he'll see a small, fluffy bunny-tail emerging from between his trousers and shirt.

"Aw, cute," Whitney says.

"—I was not expecting this! This is a little bit alarming!"

"-I mean, they're bunnycarrots. That's what bunnycarrots do. Like I said, I don't have anythin' specially for humans or I'd've offered you some."

"Yeah, don't worry about it, it's fine." He wiggles his tail. "This is actually pretty cute."

"Ain't it just? Anyway, you can just help out with pickin' the peppers. It's harvest time, and there's always a big rush to get 'em all in."

"Yes, ma'am! Do you have somewhere I can leave my stuff?" he asks, hiking a thumb to point at his backpack.