[!] As the snow of winter begins its slow melt, the fields of Honeyhill once again are exposed, and the residue from last year's harvest pokes through the snow. Halflings from across the village arise from their slumber, put on their jackets, bridle up their ponies, and head to the fields for ploughing season. Without good ploughing, there will be no good planting come The First Seed after all! [!] A halfling farmer ploughs his field.   ((Event 5 PM EST, tomorrow on the 11th