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The greenhouses were quite extraordinary, so much so that Q believed he'd have made himself home here even if it wasn't his job. Lush, bright and warm, Quentin had done himself the kindness of leaving his robes aside and rolling up his shirt sleeves as he wandered through the both magical and mundane flora and fauna. He sucked in a deep breath taking in the strong smell of earth and vegetation with the brightest of lazy smiles. He'd been waiting a long time to work in a place like this. Dignified, historic. Here was where change had begun, and here was where Quentin would make his mark.
He kneeled, reaching into the soil beneath a shrivelfig to feel the soil with his own clean, but calloused fingers. soft, but not too soft- the dirt did not break apart in his fingers, nor did it mush together. Fertile. Clean. Quentin Alvey hummed to himself, pleased.
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