Wordcount: 331 words
Riverside was a shining example of a generic medieval town, assuming your idea of a medieval town had more in common with Disney than reality. The streets were clean of trash, there was apparently some form of indoor plumbing, and the only panhandlers Wendy saw were a pair of monks raising money for the local orphanage. But the perfection was faded at the edges, and there were hints of a less idyllic city lurking underneath. Wendy led her small band down the wide streets, looking for someplace to stay the night.
The caravan had stopped outside of the town in an area designated for the massive wagons, sharing the open fields with three other caravans and one herd of cattle-things. Riverside was one of the larger trading towns along the Backwards River, and it took full advantage of the reverse current to ferry goods into the heart of Teravail. The two larger caravans were crossing the river here on the ferry, but the smallest was actually transferring from wagons to the flat river barges, it’s trading loop beginning and ending at Riverside. This influx of goods and money allowed for a wide range of people and products in the streets and shops. Wendy was pretty sure it wasn’t a coincidence that all of Heather’s favorite foods and trinkets were easily found amount the items.
Having traded work for passage, Wendy had no pay coming from the caravan, but Ti had taken up a collection for them and she now had a few smaller coins to help them on their way. Riley had her own stash of savings, but Wendy refused to let her spend any of it. There were endless ways to barter for what they needed, and the coin might come in useful later. For now they’d rely on their skills to earn them supper. Which is how they ended up in yet another barn, taking care of horses and a team of crocodile-like reptiles used to pull the barges.