Folklore - The Affliction: Farmer Bundle

My travels have taken me to the black corners of this land. I have seen wonders and terrors alike. I have huddled for warmth in alley and cave, drank of waters both foul and holy. I’ve lost every book I’ve read, every coin I’ve clutched, and every hand I’ve held. But here I sit, by my own hearth, on my own farm, surrounded by friends. Many a long night await you out there in the wilds. May the bread we break tonight carry you through, at least for a time. When you are lost, or cold, or lonely, remember this fire we shared. I am so thankful you’ve stuck by me, comrade. Please, stay awhile and listen…