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You are April Bythewood, farmer and homesteader in the town that gave you your name. A few weeks ago you appeared, naked and freezing to death in the fountain at the center of town, with as few memories as clothes. Donna, the local doctor, took you in, and with the aid of some high priced healing potions brought you back from the brink of death. Unfortunately those potions were technically the assets of the local baroness, who has every intention of extracting that lost wealth from you, one way or another.
To get you out of that sticky situation the town’s mayor offered you up the abandoned Henderson homestead in the wooded hills near town, formally inducting you as a member of the town. While this hasn’t cleared your debt, it has pushed it off into your yearly taxes, giving you considerable breathing room. You find yourself now on the morning of your fourth day, preparing to harvest your first crop of a quick growing edible stalk known as thrift shoots, when the sounds of heavy footsteps come up behind you.
