[hr][hr][center][b]Maxwell // Ochre[/b]
[color=598527][sub][b]LOCALE[/b] // The Main Road Towards The City of Thorinn
[b]TIME[/b] // Morning[/sub][/color][/center][hr][hr]

	A large, wooden cart wheeled along the worn, dirt path, its stone wheels inlaid with iron rims turning steadily and firmly across the earth. The vehicle itself seemed less like a mode of transportation than a portable store, the entire right face of the main body carved open to the winds, revealing the multitude of treasures within. Each and every corner of the interior was packed with bauble of many shapes and sizes. Armors made of scale, metal trinkets that may amuse a small child, there were many varieties of novelty that lay dormant within the small wagon. There was even leather padding for the use of the fairer sex. Only a single area was left untouched, in the middle of the scattered clutter that held three small, wooden stools that were bolted to the flooring. The overarching wooden roof bore two curved bars of metal that held aloft a large, worn sign that read: "Armors, Cloths, and Other Useful Trinkets" in faded, blue paint above the opening in the cart. The front of the transport jutted from the main centerpiece, curved inward to accommodate a driver and a passenger. Two thin, wooden supports prodded farther from the vehicle, latched to a metal frame that contained a large, sturdy stallion, with a mane of hazel and flank of chestnut, who trotted along with barely any effort, unhurried and merely enjoying the sunlight.

	In the driver's chair, the young figure of the Sikth armor merchant lay idle in his post, slouched along the entire front porch as a contented sigh relieved itself from his lungs. The man's eyes sluggishly observed as the scenery leisurely rolled by, moving along as slowly as he cared to go. Ochre had learned recently of the sudden appearing dungeon through the Sikth grapevine, specifically through a few people who owe him favors. When someone isn't capable of paying for a product, usually a high-quality piece of armor, he requests favors equal to the equipment's price. Information on high monster movement is one of the smaller favors, but beneficial in the long run. The info had reached him a few days ago, almost within the same hour of it appearing. It gave him a large advantage in heading towards the location, but the lead was quickly lost as others used faster transportation methods than he via teleportation and portals.

	Lazily, almost sluggishly, a leather-gloved hand rose to cover the sun's glare from his jade orbs, laying over his head without much care as it slowly slid off of his brow. When it fell, he didn't bother to raise it again.

	Well, not that he cared to reach his destination so early, anyway. Arriving before the raiding party did would sweep him up into working for his materials, and while he is fine with doing so, the scale of his efforts would be at least tripled if he was sent to the front lines. He worked better as a mid to back liner during a large raid, setting traps for when the main unit needed to regroup and the bulk of the enemy advanced to capitalize on the disarray. There weren't many who took the same path as he did when it came to spellcasting, even less that took a "trapper" role. Plus, it was easier to skin his targets when they weren't in the thick of the combat. Hopefully he wouldn't have to expend too much energy with this endeavor, else the few days trip might've been more trouble than it was worth.

	[color=orange]"Bramby, let's rest for a bit,"[/color] Ochre unhurriedly called out to the stallion as they passed by a neighboring stream, the hazel-haired equine acquiescing to the request almost as slothfully as its master. With a piteous sigh of exertion, the armorsmith hauled himself to his feet, landing on the dirt with a thud before moving to unlatch the horse from its fetters with a lethargic air. Giving the equine version of thanks via leisurely neigh, the stallion trotted down to the stream, resting on its belly as it began to drink

	There was no rush in reaching the City. It would be there in a few hours like it was at this very moment. And, should fate prove him wrong with it's fall within a few hours, he would still have his chance of gathering materials. Would be nice to help out the townspeople instead of picking from a wasteland, but you got what you got.