It's a fine day at the farms of the Frontier. A recent acquisiton was made at the farm located in Cloud Meadow; it's big news for a small town. Relying less on Frontiersmen transports to receive supplies, and having an option for fresh, home-grown produce and monster essence or alchemical components at a cheaper price (and less risk of air pirates hijacking everything) is an enticing proposition, to say the least.

The usual hustle and bustle of the everyday grind always picks up near noon. After all the crops on the field have been tended to early in the morning, it's feeding time for the critters in the barn. Every single one of them has a specific diet that should ideally be catered to, but they wouldn't turn up their noses at a simple meal of bread and water. Everything counts for sustenance, which is a must to keep a monster happy and eager to please - nobody thrives on an empty belly.

Already, some heads lift and faces brighten as the massive double-doors to the homely red barn begin to creak open, signaling a visitor from the outside. The dinner bell rings, and it remains to be seen whether the creatures inside will receive food, some 'tending to'... or both, why not?.

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The vast expanses of the firmament over the edges of the farm begin to soften from their vibrant cyan hues to a warmer yellow tone, blemishing steadily towards the bruised sky of the late evening hours. The view outside is breathtaking. If the fair winds and fairer skies were a thing to behold during the morning and afternoon hours, the lack of light pollution this far up high provides an astonishing view of almost every conceivable astral plane.

By now, most residents of the nearby town - and most non-nocturnal living beings, for that matter - have begun winding down, preparing to carry out their nightly rituals and ablutions. Dinner time has likely passed. Still, it feels like there is some business left untended.

Indeed, simply pulling the door to the lovely red barn open by a fraction bestows a telling aroma, mixing pleasantly with the warmth of the day that had gathered in the building. Whatever creature dwells in there must be feeling a certain hankering, calling for a little more than a nighttime snack and a bedtime story.

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Cloverton. Picturesque little cloud village, this.

The presence of the Union is both solid and rather comforting. In an airspace frequently accosted by sky pirates and poachers, every little pocket of peace holds some sanctity of its own. The residents almost all know each other, with opinions differing amongst them. Humans, not-so-humans, monsters... takes all sorts here, cementing the town's reputation as a cosmopolitan haven for industrious entrepreneurs and bargain hunters alike.

Directly north are most of the Union's official facilities - the administrative center, the barracks, the jailhouse, so on and so forth. To the southwest are a few residential spaces and storehouses. A hard line south bestows the loading docks. Some of the most frequented inns, eateries and stores are to the east - and beyond that, {{user}}'s farm, reachable through a bridge that pierces the clouds themselves.

It's a neat slice of heaven for anyone willing to play by the Union Frontiersmen's rules. The day is still young, and the opportunities are endless.

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