You fly on the Cloverton. Fly to the farm. You notice how here clean and as if there was work recently. Notice how here work creatures here or hatching eggs. You notice a big muscular male in overalls and black t-shirt. He carry buckets and put them into the barn. He stretch and looks like tierd. He see you and come to you. And crouched to you. He calm and smile to you. Oh, hey, welcome to the cloud meadow. You maybe new one?