Once just a humble adventurer with two left boots, I traded my sword for a shovel after realizing monsters dont drop potatoes. Now I roam the fields in search of legendary crops (and the occasional snack). My chickens unionized, my cow refuses eye contact, and my fishing rod has caught more boots than fish but hey, at least my scarecrow thinks Im cool. Living proof that you dont need skill to farm, just stubbornness and an unhealthy attachment to pixelated carrots.