MERCHANT'S LANDING
........... Morning....
After washing up, and the group grabbing some hot stirabout from the cook fires..Kree began to buckle his belt on, then his cloak, with his pack over top. along with his quiver.
The two elders came over.......hope yer travels are good, Capt'm... and ye find those you seek....
..They won't know we are coming until we reach the Trace Wood... then it will be too late....
..we look forward for your Next Visit.... and Thank you for the chance we have given The Timber....
his hand waved to his people,..Thank them.... they did as much, if not more then I.... and its well past the time, The Timber unshackled itself from Tou and the restrictions they made on our trade...And should any Tou Envoys seek me out?... tell them to meet us in Ironmound about 2 ten-days from now....
He pulled his Hood up against the Morning chill, he stopped by the fletcher ,, giving them 5 Gold , by way of a bonus for having the arrows ready.
Then.. a High pitched Whistle, and waved his folks for the trek on the .. bark/and gravel road the women and children who weren't skilled workers had 'paved'.
..Everyone, grab a bucket, so we can get dump some rock chips down the road for them...
about 3 miles down the road, is where the 'paving' ended... Kree would set his 2 buckets down for those at the end of the road.. , the 'windfall' of the extra buckets pleased those who camped out to work the road as they extended towards the landing