A Nascent Kaleidoscope

The caravan passed through several buildings that lined the roads.

Even more than before, the densely packed houses and buildings filled up the view as hundreds of people could be seen from the sides.

We passed an inn with something good-smelling drifting out of the windows. There was a marketplace off to the side, just out of the main path of the road the caravan was on.

And there were a large variety of other buildings. A painter's stall set up with various artworks. A local blacksmith selling their wares, most of which looked like household items rather than weapons. m

Lots of farmers carrying equipment, farming supplies, or even heaving sacks of grain over their shoulders.

The people around here appeared accustomed to travelers, because no one batted an eye at our arrival. The children were a good indication of that as the parents only watched on and didn't show any concern as they ran around nearby.

If it wasn't something they were used to, if there were concerns, the parents most certainly would have been ushering their children inside or hovering over them protectively.

We rode through the town and came to a very large rock formation, a natural barrier, as it hung overhead in an arc and acted as walls on either side.

Artoria and I both watched it curiously, not used to this kind of sight.