And Annie checks on her potato sprouts every day.
They all sprout except for one dud of an eye. And then, slowly but surely, the control group dies off... and the others die off slower... except for one box. Those grow.
"I think so! I mean, they might wind up tasting terrible, or something, and we're probably going to have to import topsoil... but yeah!"
Hug! "So I can hire elves whenever we head up. And in the meantime make a lot more of these for the casteless to start growing things for themselves and getting the hang of it."
Setting up the first farm goes very smoothly. The main obstacle is finding somewhere to put it, and Stalas solves this problem by buying a building in Dust Town. Who wants to grow potatoes? Lots of people. Lots of people want to grow potatoes.
Word arrives that the armies are going to gather in Redcliffe soon.
Annie condenses everything she knows about compost and how to cook the potatoes once they have them and planting and stuff into stuff she can convey before 'soon' rolls around.
And her farmers learn many things, and Caridin hands off the exportable bicycles project to an apprentice and helps Annie make more plant-friendly runelights, and then it's time to get on the road. Hesta, Kador, and Tamek all volunteer, as does an all-glowing squad of Legionnaires.
The trip is a little slower this time since the majority of the army needs sleep, but they still reach Redcliffe in a week.
And in Redcliffe Annie's priorities are a) find a pillow to stuff her face in and a room wherein to do that, b) go a-hiring. Are there elves about?
And yes, there are elves about! Plenty of them, even! They wear leather armour and carry distinctively styled weapons and say disparaging things about humans to each other.
Annie obtains sign-making materials and writes a sign that says in both the common tongue and Elvish: "Profit from dwarven classism: ask me how" and sets up a table near where the elves all seem to live.