However much she could assume the cattle would pose in terms of challenges, Karen certainly could not have guessed as much as this. Times, they were indeed ever-changing, and so it appeared that the grim circumstance of cow-tending seemed to loom over all their heads. God have mercy, she thought to herself, listening with a sort of morbid fascination at Lansing's explanation.
"A mighty challenge indeed, Sir," Karen agreed at his assessment. The man's posture and airs as they were did little to help the grave mood of business in the room, and so she remained upright and on-guard. She listened dutifully to his speech and the words rattled uncomfortably in her ears.
Karen shifted in her seat. "And you require certain assistance in these particular matters, I would assume?" Hell's bells, these beasts were more of a burden than one could rightly fathom indeed; feed captured from hostile territories was a dangerous prospect in a long line of dangerous prospects. Such was the apparent life of a resources agent, Karen regarded to herself.