Post by Brandwyn on Oct 2, 2012 22:41:42 GMT -5
Fin stirred her pan of onions and cabbage. The venison had been cooking for a couple of hours in a large pot and was now tender and juicy. She mixed up a brown gravy in the pot of meat and stirred it until it coated the small bite sized squares of deer meat. She already had the flat bread from breakfast laid out on her plate and so she layered on the cabbage and onions and then scooped out a large portion of venison and artfully placed it on top, letting the gravy run down through the vegetables and soak into the flat bread. The aroma of the cooking food drifted through the woods on the gentle warm breeze.
It was late August and fin wasn’t used to this warm Araluen weather just yet. She had just come down from the mountains in Picta a few weeks ago because she heard about a large faire they held every year in some fief called Whitby. All she knew is that this fair was held every year at the same time and merchants could make a fortune there. She’d decided to check it out, knowing only that Whitby was somewhere in the middle of the Kingdom.
So here she was, with her 4 Skandian Vanier horses pulling her custom built merchant wagon and portable forge, sitting out in the middle of an empty forest eating dinner. Fin scooped in the tasty meal as she examined the woods around her. She had gotten off the main road because it had been too crowded around Araluen Castle. She was moving too slowly so she decided to make her own road. Upon reflection, she thought maybe it had been wiser to stay on the road. At least then she wouldn’t be sitting out alone in the approaching darkness with no one to talk to but her horses.
She thought about her inventory and debated again on what she should set as her prices for her knives, swords, jewelry and chainmaille. With the war having just ended in the spring, she had been making quite a bit of money repairing and replacing knight’s weapons and armor. That market seemed to be slowing down now though. She’d heard the prices at Whitby Fair were normally a bit elevated since the locals were competing with merchants from all over Araluen and even many from beyond her borders – merchants like Fin. She was Skandian, but so far all of her profits had gone right back into purchasing raw materials for her to work.
Her musing was interrupted but the sounds of pattering feet and Fin thought they seemed to be the sounds from someone in a hurry. She looked up from her campfire and one of her horses gave a soft whinny of greeting as a young man, a boy really, rounded a large tree stump and came into view.
Fin looked startled for a moment, not expecting to see anyone out here but her. She was sitting on a moss covered log wit the fire in front of her and her merchant wagon pulled up behind her. The horses were tethered to the other side of the wagon.
“Vwy hello der, young Master!” Finn exclaimed in surprise and looked around to se if there were any others with him. “Vwat on eart are yah doing out here in dese vwoods all alone?” She didn’t mean to be nosy, but it just surprised her and she was rather lonely. She hoped the boy would stay and give her some news of the other fiefs in Araluen. “Ay havt some stew here, vwould yah like some?”
It was late August and fin wasn’t used to this warm Araluen weather just yet. She had just come down from the mountains in Picta a few weeks ago because she heard about a large faire they held every year in some fief called Whitby. All she knew is that this fair was held every year at the same time and merchants could make a fortune there. She’d decided to check it out, knowing only that Whitby was somewhere in the middle of the Kingdom.
So here she was, with her 4 Skandian Vanier horses pulling her custom built merchant wagon and portable forge, sitting out in the middle of an empty forest eating dinner. Fin scooped in the tasty meal as she examined the woods around her. She had gotten off the main road because it had been too crowded around Araluen Castle. She was moving too slowly so she decided to make her own road. Upon reflection, she thought maybe it had been wiser to stay on the road. At least then she wouldn’t be sitting out alone in the approaching darkness with no one to talk to but her horses.
She thought about her inventory and debated again on what she should set as her prices for her knives, swords, jewelry and chainmaille. With the war having just ended in the spring, she had been making quite a bit of money repairing and replacing knight’s weapons and armor. That market seemed to be slowing down now though. She’d heard the prices at Whitby Fair were normally a bit elevated since the locals were competing with merchants from all over Araluen and even many from beyond her borders – merchants like Fin. She was Skandian, but so far all of her profits had gone right back into purchasing raw materials for her to work.
Her musing was interrupted but the sounds of pattering feet and Fin thought they seemed to be the sounds from someone in a hurry. She looked up from her campfire and one of her horses gave a soft whinny of greeting as a young man, a boy really, rounded a large tree stump and came into view.
Fin looked startled for a moment, not expecting to see anyone out here but her. She was sitting on a moss covered log wit the fire in front of her and her merchant wagon pulled up behind her. The horses were tethered to the other side of the wagon.
“Vwy hello der, young Master!” Finn exclaimed in surprise and looked around to se if there were any others with him. “Vwat on eart are yah doing out here in dese vwoods all alone?” She didn’t mean to be nosy, but it just surprised her and she was rather lonely. She hoped the boy would stay and give her some news of the other fiefs in Araluen. “Ay havt some stew here, vwould yah like some?”