Nestled within the protective embrace of the Aurelian Walls, a patchwork of fertile farmland quietly sustains the people of Southtown. Neat rows of wheat, barley and vegetables stretch out under the Mediterranean sun, their golden hues swaying gently in the breeze. Simple stone farmhouses dot the landscape, each with a small, well-tended garden where fig trees and grapevines flourish. Farmers work the land with steady hands, their plows cutting through the earth in rhythm with the seasons, while flocks of sheep graze lazily in the nearby pastures. A network of irrigation channels ensures the crops remain lush and green. In the early morning, the air is filled with the lowing of cattle, the bleating of sheep, and the distant buzz of beekeepers' hives, signalling the start of yet another day.