A small story that was developing for sometime with a friend and I. Just to keep me in a different world where I don't make up the story so much as someone else. The idea of this was that in this almost medieval world, farms aren't so much planted as they are just for harvesting in the wilds. Grain grows like a weed in the valleys of many of the mountains and houses are built on stilts as to not be over taken by them. The farmers come out and cut down the weed like plants in the grain fields and sell them back closer to the big cities. The biggest problem they face is wild animals and the long trek to their selling points.