Hollowmead Acres

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[!] A very lovely scent enters your nose and you enter Dunshire

Upon following the scent, it leads you to a field of wheat, potatoes, pumpkins, melons, beets, and other crops swarming with bees and butterflies, all surrounded by a thick forest of trees and a humble little fence separating the field from the rest of Dunshire. The path is made of gravel and mud, worn into the field after months of travel, and soon brings you to the center of the field. The only sound besides the wind and the humming of bees is a stream which meanders through the field, helping nourish the crops and bedazzle the onlooker.

Following the stream downhill leads you to a small lake whose banks grow thick with crops. The path ends at the lake, leaving no access to the other side of the lake apart from slogging through rows upon rows of wheat. The bees hum softer here, and hardly anything makes a peek apart from the wind, for the waters of the lake are calm and the field rarely visited. As if to capitalize on the near total silence of the area, a small shack stands on the tamer side of the lake, welcoming you in with the sharp scent of alcohol.

 

Content with your discovery, you move on to see other parts of Atlas, the soft humming of the bees still in your recent memory.