Farmer Poultry

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

I 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 lot of hard work. I've 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, I can't complain, wouldn't do any good anyway. Besides, who'd listen apart from 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. I've my health and a stubborn streak a mile wide.

I miss my husband every single day, but grief isn't going to feed the chickens, is it?

This old 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've my cocks... They may not be great conversationalists, but they're better listeners than most folk.

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, love, 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.