I have discovered others in this odd realm.. Seems as though it is death to all Americans as the first contact I make is with the fascinating elusive species, the Polish Douche-bag, or so I may presume, resulted in a delightful conversation of humble origins but with an interesting twist. Don't be fooled by this clever beast, for your boat has sprung a leak! Oh.... seems as the blocks of wood in my pockets don't float as well as I'd hoped.
I remember first playing this game, when stumbling into someone resulted in sausage, and swords, and free backpacks :O
Where can a simple farmer go to be alone and in peace?