A filthy pen where tons of squalling pigs rut and throw a ruckus, Their snorts and farts can be heard from any passerby miles before getting to the pen. The pig pen is a few feet from Farmer Bob's cottage. The pigs never sleep and are always eating and playing in the mud.
Pig Pen, Countryside
villager
pig
People love me as their main course.  Sometimes I am cooked as a whole.  I am delicious when barbequed.
oink! Let me see...you would be alright with me if you stopped eating my friends! Well, that is good to hear pig!  I knew our reputation was unwarranted.  You do know that we don't eat your friends right? Do you really think I don't know what ham is. Farmer bob eats it for dinner all the time. Farmer Bob?  Why that fiend!  Swine are supposed to be raised for blood sacrifice, not wasted on meals for those of us who reside on the mortal plain! This is as much as I am willing to sacrifice. You can keep me off the sacrificial list. Why you insolent Pig!  Do you think that Devoura, the Eater of Dreams cares about your will?  He desires many pigs, for his hunger is endless. I was never going to let you keep my precious mud anyway. I know all you villagers are a bunch of liars. We could always sacrifice you to a different god.  Do you have a preference? How about the God of living! Ha! The god of living eh? . . . Oh, the God of Living and Eternal Pain.  Why yes, I believe there is a flaying spot opening up next Tuesday if that is convenient? That was a joke....but..but I don't want to die..Is there an afterlife for pigs? Oh yes, at the feasting Hall of Thorden!  Every morning you can play and wallow in mud, before being served as a meal for the warriors in his hall.  The following morn you reappear whole and hale, for the cycle to repeat each night for all of eternity.