Agriculturally speaking, Springwood had no peer in the entirety of Bellmuse when it came to getting fresh goods and food, and to be honest, the city gave him a headache. Not to mention the filthy grocery stores, or the fact that he still had a fresh memory in regards to a group of Ursas ravaging his freshly purchased milk.
So instead, Cain had made the decision to hitch himself a ride to the farmers market of Springwood to pick up his next month of food. He had always preferred to have purchases made in bulk, as margin for error always seemed to be more sparse that way. This didn't discount the fact that he feel much more at ease here than he had felt walking through the large crowds back in Bellmuse, as well as how odd it was to have one-on-one interactions with the owners of each stall. He found some odd amount of comfort in it, but coated with a thin layer of bitterness, but still enough that he decided to not wear his armor here. He still kept his sword behind his waist, never too far from reach.
Cain didn't belong here, not in this market, nor this village, not even this island. He belonged at home, fighting for his people again and leading them into a golden age of peace. Instead, he was here, completely in the dark about any goings on in regards to his beloved homeland.
It was only now that he realized that he had been staring at a basket of eggs for several minutes now, completely lost in thought, only brought back to reality by the proprietors inquiry toward helping Cain find something. Cain simply took the basket and left payment, now having 3 baskets of assorted goods in each arm. Thankfully they weren't all too large, nevertheless he was thankful that his airship station was only a few blocks away from the market.
So instead, Cain had made the decision to hitch himself a ride to the farmers market of Springwood to pick up his next month of food. He had always preferred to have purchases made in bulk, as margin for error always seemed to be more sparse that way. This didn't discount the fact that he feel much more at ease here than he had felt walking through the large crowds back in Bellmuse, as well as how odd it was to have one-on-one interactions with the owners of each stall. He found some odd amount of comfort in it, but coated with a thin layer of bitterness, but still enough that he decided to not wear his armor here. He still kept his sword behind his waist, never too far from reach.
Cain didn't belong here, not in this market, nor this village, not even this island. He belonged at home, fighting for his people again and leading them into a golden age of peace. Instead, he was here, completely in the dark about any goings on in regards to his beloved homeland.
It was only now that he realized that he had been staring at a basket of eggs for several minutes now, completely lost in thought, only brought back to reality by the proprietors inquiry toward helping Cain find something. Cain simply took the basket and left payment, now having 3 baskets of assorted goods in each arm. Thankfully they weren't all too large, nevertheless he was thankful that his airship station was only a few blocks away from the market.