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Imagine the town when not one, but four farmers descend on their tiny town. (Or dear god eight)
Feral as always, will use bombs to clear the farm and can raze the cindersnap in a day if they want to. Can be found shoving plants into their backpack in the woods or tending the fields, has beef with Pierre. Will grow your favorite crops and cries in happiness when their greenhouse is built.
The farmers counterpart. Is always at Marnies examining new babies and bringing them home, always bugging Robin for an expansion or new farm building, can be found surrounded by animals at any given time. Will randomly hand you an egg from their pocket or the foot of a rabbit if they like you, has spent the farmer fund on hay in the winter. Has an actual fucking dinosaur and will let you pet it.
Or as I like to call them, the cave goblin.
Can be found in the caves at almost any hour with a backpack full of rocks, absolutely swole and destroys monsters without a care because rocks! They have almost single handedly completed the museum and kept Clint in business, and will stare at him with an unblinking gaze while he cracks open their geodes. Lord have mercy when this fucker gets to skull caverns.
(Willy’s favorite)
They have kept the art of fishing alive and have caught every single fish in The Valley by the second year. Can be found anywhere near water and has managed to drag up whole chests. Has horrified townsfolk by eating raw algae straight from the water or gelatinous goo they fished up. Has eaten a raw fish before.
Sometimes spotted defending into the mines with a fishing pole and returning with freaky fish they’ll gladly present to Willy, has also been spotted going into the sewers with their pole.
That’s not to say the farmers don’t work together. They are a force of nature. Ask for something on the board? Prepare for four people running up to you with that item. They fight like dogs over the grange and it’s a mix of crops, animal products, shiny rocks, and fresh fish. On rainy days they’ve been spotted playing in the rain and have woken up Robin more than once stampeding back to their farms from the mines at midnight. No one’s sure their relations to one another or who’s actually related to the old man, and no one asks.
They flirt a lot and will share their goods to increase the others odds of getting a date. On the beginning of every season they are menaces, clearing and prepping the fields with the farmer before they scatter to the wind. Always dirty, always smiling, always wild and fun. There isn’t a dull day in The Valley since they arrived. The local cryptids.