Gods stay where they are, for the most part. Not many of us get out much these days. Have to keep our homes intact, you know.

[There's a...bit of a strong smell wafting along the breeze, the closer they get to their destination. This turns out to be one of the wells set in the earth. More specifically, the massive pile of droppings that's ended up beside it. Harv talks with the brisk tone of disapproval, as though admonishing a pack of unruly children.]

Oh, foolish creatures. If the water gets contaminated, where will they be, I ask? Just as doomed as the crops! Would you mind?

[Is the purpose of that shovel becoming a bit clearer, sir?]