The last of the village voices faded gradually behind the caravan, replaced by the quieter sounds of open road.

The wagons rolled onward, their wooden wheels settling into a steady rhythm against the packed dirt. Harnesses shifted. Hooves pressed forward in an even cadence as the horses found their pace beyond the narrow village road.

With the cottages behind them, the land opened wide.

Low hills stretched gently across the horizon, broken by long fence lines and scattered clusters of trees. The morning sun climbed higher, burning away the last traces of fog and warming the damp earth beneath their path.

At the front, Marla guided the lead wagon with practiced hands, her posture steady as the reins rested firm in her grip. Fallon sat beside her, tucked beneath her blanket, her attention drifting outward now that the noise and movement of the village had fallen away.

The girl leaned slightly toward the edge of the wagon, watching the road and the escorts moving alongside it. There was a quiet ease in her now, a soft curiosity replacing her earlier shyness.

[color=#6C7A89]“Mama…”[/color] she murmured gently.

Marla glanced down without slowing the wagon.

[color=#8B5A2B]“Aye, love?”[/color]

Fallon hesitated for a moment before giving a small, careful smile.

[color=#6C7A89]“It’s… nice.”[/color]

Marla’s expression softened, just briefly, before she turned her attention back to the road.

[color=#8B5A2B]“Aye. Let’s hope it stays that way.”[/color]

Behind them, Jacob handled the second wagon with a more relaxed posture, one hand loosely holding the reins as he kept the horses in line with the lead cart.

The rear wagon shifted slightly as it rolled over a shallow rut.

Jacob felt it immediately.

[color=#5C402A]“Easy now…”[/color] he muttered, giving a small adjustment of the reins before leaning down to check one of the tied straps along the side.

He gave it a firm tug, tightening it with a practiced motion before settling back upright.

[color=#5C402A]“Don’t need these crates wanderin’ off on us.”[/color]

The canvas covering the cargo rustled softly in the breeze, carrying that faint, earthy scent of fresh herbs along the road behind them.

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Ooc: Alright let's revive this. Those of you that are going to attend, please describe where your character has decided to settle/ get your social time in to talk to npcs/player characters. 

There are two wagons. One is driven by the mother and her child is sitting in the wagon beside her. 
The other is driven by Jacob a farm hand/aid. The boxes seem to be herbs, maybe?