merchant

"Business?" A gentle smile split across Alistair's face as he reached back and patted the wagon behind him. Easily seen were dozens of barrels loaded to almost overflowing from the straining wagon pulled by two powerful mules. "Selling some drinks for y'alls little party." The burly guard...

A scant mile from Alliria proper, the road was wide and welcoming, well maintained to afford ease of passage the various merchants, mercenaries, citizens and ne'er-do-wells that found themselves upon the path to and from the city proper. The sky yielded a brilliant blue which had just shifted...