If you want to join this roleplay, take a look at our interest check and shoot me a message! roleplayerguild.com/topics/196759-ise…Adventurers Guild Posting:
Escort requested for Marla of Bom Bom Farm. Protection detail for the transportation of alchemical herbs.
Location:
Bom Bom Farm, outlying farmland northeast of Arborhaven.
Details:
Bom Bom Farm seeks reliable escorts for a two-wagon transport.
Cargo consists of sealed wooden crates containing perishable agricultural goods that must reach the capital, Ryken. With minimal delay.
The farm owner, Marla Bomtem and her young daughter Fallon, will accompany the shipment. A ranch hand will drive the second wagon.
Dangers Expected:
Wildlife on the open road
Occasional roadside thieves
Rough terrain that may require protection and repair
Requirements:
Able to defend two wagons for three days of travel
Able to keep pace with a slow caravan
Reasonable temperament around children
Payment:
Negotiable upon completion. Bom Bom Farm offers bonuses for unspoiled cargo and safe arrival.
Interested parties should report directly to Bom Bom Farm before sunrise.
Bom Bom Farm
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Morning light had settled gently over the plains, soft and pale as brushed gold. A thin veil of mist lingered above the fields, blurring the rows of crops and the weatherworn fences that marked the borders of Bom Bom Farm. The air carried the scents of damp earth and late frost, mingling with the faint herbal aroma leaking from the covered wagons waiting near the front gate.
Two wagons stood ready for departure.
Both were loaded with wooden crates stacked in careful rows, covered by tied-down canvas sheets to protect the precious contents from sun and wind. Whenever the breeze stirred the coverings, the subtle fragrance of freshly harvested alchemical herbs drifted into the air. It was clear that the cargo was valuable and fragile, the sort that did not tolerate delays or mishandling.
A middle aged woman sat at the drivers seat of the lead wagon. Long brown hair tied in a braid hanging over her shoulder and reaching to her mid arm. She had tanned skin from days of working in the sun.
She was a woman shaped by years of work under open skies, her hands rough but steady, her posture straight despite a night without sleep. Her gaze remained fixed on the dirt road leading toward the village, as though she expected trouble or hope to appear at any moment. A faint tension marked her jaw, though she kept it under control for the sake of the small figure beside her.
Her daughter sat pressed lightly against her side.
The girl was small and slight, around nine years old, with an almost weightless stillness about her.There was something about the small thing, that made most people automatically fear she might break. An over whelming fragility, despite not looking entirely sickly. She moved carefully, breathed carefully, even blinked with a soft deliberation, as if her body had learned long ago not to waste effort. A blanket lay folded across her lap, untouched, though she kept one hand resting near it as if for reassurance. Unlike her mothers dark brown hair, her own shone with an auburn fire. And wide blue eyes took in every detail with a hungry curiosity.
There was a man standing next to the second wagon. He was sitting upright with the reins gathered loosely in his grip. Every so often, he stood and moved to inspect a strap or check a wheel, more out of nervous habit than necessity. His hair was a bright blonde, and his eyes were an even brighter blue. Every once in a while they would flick over to Marla.The horses shifted restlessly, puffing warm breaths into the cold morning.
The path stretching toward the farm was quiet at first. When the adventurers started arriving
As they drew closer, Marla straightened.
Her daughter lifted her head, bright eyes watching the newcomers with quiet curiosity.
"Howdy, An' Good mornin' t'yeh. Nice day'fer travelin' ain't it?" 
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