Farmer Poultry

I'm Granny Hilde, just a tough old hen clucking away in these parts of Goldenfield. Ain't nothing I can't handle.

Used to share this coop with a husband, a brave Lightbearer. The darkness of the Valley of Sins swallowed him up years ago.

Now it's just me, my chickens, and a lotta hard work. Got no time for tears, only for good, honest sweat.

Ain't much to look at, but it's peaceful and the soil's good. And nothing beats the sight of a black cock in the morning light.

How am I? Well, can't complain, wouldn't do no good anyway. Besides, who'd listen besides my chickens?

Life's a henhouse, busy and messy, but it's all worth it when you see those fresh eggs in the morning.

Every day's a new struggle, but I'm tougher than an old rooster. Got my health and a stubborn streak a mile wide.

I miss my husband every damn day, but grief ain't gonna feed the chickens, is it?

This ol' place? It's Goldenfield, a quiet farming town, and a damn sight better than anywhere else.

Sure, it ain't shiny like Leithana, but we've got wheat, corn, and the freshest eggs this side of the river.

Good thing I have my cocks... They may not be great conversationalists, but they're better listeners than most folks.

Goldenfield's got a rhythm to it. It's in the rustle of the wheat, the clucking of my birds, and the hum of the tractor. It's home.

Well sugar, there's always something to be done round here.

Yes dear, there's a task you could help me with.

Indeed, I could use a helping hand.

I'm managing for now, but thank you, dear.

I can handle things here, but I appreciate your offer.

Not right now, sweetheart, but thank you.

My feathered babies are looking a bit thin, they need more nutrition.

I think a few bundles of corn from the fields would do them good.

You'd be doing me a great service, and the chickens too.

Oh, well that's a shame. The chickens will be disappointed.

I understand, dear. Maybe another time.

Alright then, I suppose we'll manage.