A halfling farmer stands in the golden light of late afternoon, clutching a sturdy wooden pitchfork in one hand. Her other hand holds a bright red apple, freshly picked from a nearby tree. Dressed in simple, earth-toned clothing, she exudes a quiet strength and contentment. The fertile fields behind him stretch out in neat rows, promising a good harvest and a peaceful life close to the land.
A halfling farmer stands in the golden light of late afternoon, clutching a sturdy wooden pitchfork in one hand. Her other hand holds a bright red apple, freshly picked from a nearby tree. Dressed in simple, earth-toned clothing, she exudes a quiet strength and contentment. The fertile fields behind him stretch out in neat rows, promising a good harvest and a peaceful life close to the land.