The farmers market is surrounded with shops and food to buy. Foods from all around the lands.
The Farmers market, Bazaar
geese
farmer bob
I was born in a poor village.  I eat what we grow.  I love being close to the earth.
Nothin' like gettin' yer hands in the dirt and selling the produce ye make.  I wonder what else the other farms be offering t'day... *flaps wings* eggs maybe? I tend to not pay attention as some of the landscapes tend to get boring when the crops aren't in full bloom.  Eh look, a talkin' goose.  Well don't that beat all! Ay, you've never heard a talking goose? We all talk, most are just shy. Well aren't yeh a nice goose, now ain't ye.  Thankye kindly, then, fer speakin' to me.  Here now, have some lovely flowers - missus picked em fresh this morning! Oh, these are nice! Thank you. Where did ya get them picked from? I like to fly high as I can in the sky. I bet they look lovely from up there! Oh  just over the hill and across the river there at me farm.  Best barley grown this side of the West Lake! Sounds like a nice landscape! I shall have to fly over yonder and gaze upon your farm, if you don't mind! Ye be more than welcome to pop on by.  The missus loves company, and I'm sure she'd love ta speak to a nice goose like yerself.  And we don't keep any cats there, so ye'd be safe from any of the more... testy type creatures. Your missus sounds like a fair lady! Ah, yes, a poor feller like me is lucky to have such a fair lass.  Why she chose me I'll never know, but she'll want fer naught, she will. Though it may not be your looks, you seem to have a heart of gold!