Having had their workforce reduced by mysterious kidnapping, local farmers are nervous for their harvest. Unless they are able to increase their output substantially, it will be a hungry winter for the greater Elmerton environs. For the farmers, the spring was exhausting, despite the best efforts of well meaning drifters who lent a hand throughout the farms, called heroes for they did not seek rewards. Despite their assistance, much of the arable land in the Fiddleheads lies fallow. An early frost is all it will take to throw the region into hunger trouble.
As for the kidnappings, there is little evidence to go by. Stories of black cloaked figures standing at the edge of towns, and then the disappearances began. Anyone who spoke up or tried to investigate found themselves missing young farmhands – so people began to keep quiet. Here’s a silver lining with a touch of grey: Recently, several farmers have found their children again, but they have undergone some sort of strange transformation. Blank stares and white hair are all that’s left of the farmer’s legacy. They have tried to nurse the young ones back to health, but to no avail. Dark days, indeed. With the Allegiant busy with keeping the government afloat, and the nobles seemingly doomed to their own self destruction, who will look after the farmers and workers? Without the smallfolk to produce, what will become of the region?