The place was no more than a sign in front of a storage barn. But the food was good. You couldn't help yourself, its been a long days work. You look around and there's an old woman in the back. Probably an old farmer's wife. You walk back to her and kindly pay for the melon.
"Oh yes, he stopped by here but didn't buy much. Not enough to feed someone half his size. He headed back into town, if that helps."
Places to Go
Flea Market
Diner
Travel to Dansville
Travel to Springpatch
