The Wheels on The Caravan

Trade Caravans are like a long stinky group of people who get together to be long and stinky together.  The one I'd signed on with was no exception.  There were four pack animals towing four huge trailers, six merchants, and about ten hired hands/guards (of which I was one since I didn't really have what it took to be a merchant seeing as my money supply had taken a hit with the failure at Toebeck).  I'd joined on with this group of dirty people because I felt like staying in Rosettia was counter to my goal of moving on with my life, and my feelings were kind of hurt by Malcyr and Lorissia not believing me (I have such fragile feelings). And that's how when a group was asking for anyone who had some experience with a sword to help them set out for Zorn I was all ears.  Technically I don't have a lot of experience with a sword, I mean I use one, but I'm not exactly a master swordsman.  But thankfully with a small demonstration of fire magic I got my spot.

I didn't tell anyone I was leaving, again my feelings were hurt and I wanted out.  Also I wanted to actually see Zorn without being imprisoned there (dangerous I know with my history of being locked up).  I should have known right away this was a bad decision.  We all had to walk next to the wagons, which wasn't such a pain except that the rainy times had just hit and the roads were covered with mud, so in no time up to my knees were just a dirty brown. And the drudgery of it, my numbing how boring it is walking along side slow moving carts while the merchants chatted.  At least I learned something from their never ending stream of babble (and not just that a lot of merchants never shut up).

Apparently we were trading spices in Zorn, where we were going to get magical artifacts of some kind to trade in Lork to idiots for straight coin and then back to Rosettia to buy more spices and start the whole thing over.  It was a pretty solid plan, I had to give them that much, apparently thats how this particular trade company made a lot of money, though I also caught wind that they didn't normally hire this many guards and we were unique in that respect, which kind of got my hackles a little bit up, but I let it slide, because I thought whats the worst that could happen? Yeah never ever think that, because the worst always happens right after everytime.

And so it was that I joined another trade caravan, though this one had a lot better life expectency than the last one I was on.  Mostly.  And I'll write more about the first leg of our journey tomorrow, today I have to finish labeling some stuff in the shop so a certain nosey captain of the guard doesn't try and confiscate all of my supplies.