Its Early morning in Cassomir, the city is already bustling with activity. Ships are coming in to port under the dawn skies, Chimneys are beginning to smoke preparing for a busy day of trade.
Silas Gribb was adamant about leaving at dawns first light, be on time or receive less then the contracted rate. Arriving just in time to jump on to the last of the 6 wagons, with a scowl from some of other hired hands.
Your caravan sets out to follow the river north, as the roads tend to be fraught with bandits & highwaymen always looking to impart their own “taxes” on the merchant caravans.
This should be some easy coin…..