It’s 1:50am, and a purple cat throws several logs of wood at my head as I run to bed, exhausted from a long day battling sentient lanterns in the mines. At 6am the grind begins again, but not before a morning chat with the amnesiac dragon statue who lives down the garden path. It’s a hard life for adventurers in Fields of Mistria. It’s even harder as an adventurer-turned-farmer, because alongside fighting monsters underground and learning the secrets of dragon…