Kush Clan Plantations (Farmland)

"Oh, Tommy I'm not sure about that. What if they decide they don't want to leave?" Clio comes closer and whispers into one of his dog ears, "They outnumber us. Even if they're friendly now, they could get violent if they decide they like it too much here. They could take my house from me!"

Clio turns and waves at the cat people with a smile.

"We don't know, they may even have a camp not far with a fire to keep warm. I understand you want to be friendly, I'm just concerned for the security of my home. OUR home."

Tommy looked at Clio, confused. "Whys you think they hurt us? Ayamé is good person-cat, I'm a part person-cat too." He sighed and scrunched his mouth. "But maybes Clio right. Tommy don't want Clio feel squeazy. Dey can sleep near, but not in house. Dis 'kay?" Tommy's ears flopped with the question. He smiled at ayame.

"Ayame can sleep outsides. We cans make a tent for you's near, can't we? You can halp wiz the kush tomorrow." Tommy used a lot of sign language while talking, to make sure everybody understood what was being said.

After leaving to go sell/trade goods, Clio had finally come back, hopefully the Plantation and Tommy were still intact. "Tommy! I'm home!"

It was common practice for Land-Tillers to use water mages to help maintain their crops. Floating runes hover over standardized units of farmland which monitor the health of the crops. A sudden increase in temperature would cause these runes to light up red and be visible from a distance. At the very least the raiders would require some limited magic or anti-magic skill to disable the runes before they could set any crops on fire. Even then they would have to avoid detection by the crop owner...

Luckily, Tommy's nose was more refined than Clio's. His eyes perked up as she smelled the invaders walking on their fields and his eyes flashed in terror. "Cio! Wakes, is bad!" Tommy would shake Clio until she'd open her eyes and would then proceed to walk her to the window. @huntinglegion was outside preparing to wreak havoc on the sweat of their brow.

"Clio! We gots to get help! What does we do nao!" Tommy fidgeted back and forth, terrified when the invaders would reach them. There was no time to waste, they'd have to make their move.

While it took some time for the bandits to notice the magical sprinklers, they eventually pulled out their anti-magic jars of poison gas. They threw the pots underneath the nearest magic runes (on the farm’s edge) and the gas would curl up towards the constructs and disable them with the anti-magic. Now with their obstacles out of the way, the could go to setting the plants alight. They scattered what little oil they had onto the plant mass, and used a fire starter to begin the burning. They stood well clear of the flames, not wanting to fall victim to their own acts of arsonism. They did not know where or who resided here, but they hoped they wouldn’t have to find out.
Smoke was visible now, as it began to rise up into the sky...

Indeed, as the eye-reddening smoke rose into the sky, nearby farmers would start to rush over and investigate. They'd see Clio rushing to form a barrier clear of plants around the fire. They'd use whatever farming implements they had on them and even their bare hands to help her out.

Eventually the fire would attract a water mage in green robes, who began to conjure some small rain clouds over the fire. The fire would eventually be defeated, but not before copious amounts of intoxicating vapors had been released into the atmosphere...

Clio is glad more people have come to help, together they could stop the fire. Once everything is done, she had breathed in enough smoke to get a 2nd hand high and coughed lightly.