The day began with yet another caravan of traders and merchants passing by through the Dead Horse Inn. Workers began loading bundles of clinking bottles filled with liquor. It was a good amount of product that was sold and fetched more than a decent sum of guilders. Yet the man merely fiddled with his spectacles looking quite stone faced as he let his hand give way to the heft of the guilders.  "It was a pleasure doing business with you." was he all he said before leaving. His earning would be piecemealed away once he got purchasing his supplies but it would be decent and he wasn't terribly greedy.

Elsewhere in the village all other manner of activity was happening. There was news that the Sentinels were once again looking for new recruits. There was also a crafts show going on later in the day. There was also talk of some families giving their goodbyes to their children who had decided to pursue knowledge in some distant academy or college others who left to be adventurers or soldiers in pursuit of something more thrilling. Other than that there was no excitement happening, and yet that's how people liked it. Only thing of real concern was bad weather and monsters; weather's been real good and people have proper stockpiles and the sentinels were doing their jobs and so far not a peep of any rampaging monster.