You arrive at dawn. A heavy, silvery mist blankets the turnip fields in neat rows. The air is cold, carrying the earthy scent of damp soil and pine smoke.

The farmstead, located near Eldrin Vale, features a sturdy, timber-framed farmhouse (thatched roof) and a weathered barn. A well and magic-warded boundary stones are visible.

Barnaby the philosophical pig signals his hunger with a deep grunt.

Silas the Farmer emerges, broad-shouldered and quiet. His soil-stained hands pull on gloves. He gestures toward a shovel by the well—the symbol of labor—and waits. The day begins.