Sighing Dirk stood up. “Honestly I want to go take a nap on the beach. But no rest for the wicked, right?” Soon you and Dirk would leave, with Toi waiting outside. The two would part ways from you and head towards Yerro’s shop where they’ll have their hands full with his shipment. It was a few hours after noon, not quite close to sun set but certainly not the middle of the day. Work around the village was still loud and rowdy but nothing else was too different.

There was, at least, one new development. Seemed like some new folk were coming into town, traders by the looks of it. They had a lot of young men and women unloading goods from a wagon, and soon Toi and Dirk would also be there moving cargo. There were only two young men who seemed to be guards, dressed in chain shirts, armed with longswords and shields. The leader of the caravan was presumably an older looking fellow who was talking to Iola.