Chapter 13.2: The Journey North - Towards the Town of Greenvale (V)
Year 0003, Month VIII-X: The Imperium
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Day 36.1: Arrival at Greenvale
The morning sun cast long shadows across their camp as the group completed their light routine preparations. The crisp air carried the promise of a prosperous day ahead as they hitched their three six-legged horses to the wagon and set their course toward the town of Greenvale. Their plans upon entering this bustling trading hub were methodically laid out: first, secure lodging at an inn that catered specifically to traveling merchants; second, commission a banner-making shop to craft a proud symbol for their "Maya's Traveling Mercantile" to display prominently on their wagon; third, while awaiting the banner's completion, they would venture throughout the town to sell their accumulated premium meat, high-quality leather and hide, and rare herbal plants; and finally, the crowning jewel of their visit—the hot springs that served as one of their primary motivations for choosing this particular route, promising much-needed rejuvenation for their road-weary bodies after more than nearly two weeks of constant travel.
The approach to Greenvale revealed a town significantly larger and more prosperous than the modest settlements of Towns Bono and Roka that they had previously encountered. Where those small town communities had charged a mere 15 local copper coins for a seven-day stay, Greenvale's gate guards informed them that the fee was 25 local copper coins for the same duration. However, since their intended visit would span only two days, they were required to pay just 8 local copper coins per person. Andy dutifully counted out 32 local copper coins for their group of four, the coins clinking softly as they changed hands.
The guards, noting their merchant wagon and travel-worn appearance, proved helpful in providing directions. When asked about accommodations suitable for merchants with horses and cargo, one weathered guard recommended two establishments. The first was "Greenvale's Inn and Stable," the town's oldest lodging house. While it perfectly served their needs and boasted affordable rates, it suffered from chronic overcrowding due to its reputation for value. The alternative was "Wayward Travellers Inn and Stable," a recently constructed establishment that commanded higher prices but delivered exceptional quality and service. Armed with these options, the group felt confident they would find suitable rest, whether in the economical choice or the more luxurious alternative.
Their first stop at "Greenvale Inn and Stable" confirmed the guard's warning. The establishment buzzed with activity, every room occupied by merchants, traders, and travelers of various descriptions. The stable, too, was filled to capacity with horses, mules, and other beasts of burden. Disappointed but not deterred, they made their way to the "Wayward Travellers Inn and Stable," where fortune smiles upon them more favorably.
The newer inn presented a stark contrast to its overcrowded competitor. The building's architecture spoke of recent construction, with clean lines, well-maintained timber, and an air of prosperity. Inside, the receptionist greeted them warmly and outlined their accommodation options. Standard shared rooms were available for 70 local copper coins per day, while the premium deluxe rooms commanded 2 local silver coins daily. Having accumulated substantial wealth from their recent encounters with bandits and successful trading ventures, the group decided to indulge in the premium accommodations. The upgrade proved immediately worthwhile—the rooms were spacious, well-furnished, and infinitely superior to their previous lodging in Bono, where only standard accommodations had been available. Even Greenvale's older inn, they learned, offered no such luxury options.
For their three six-legged horses, the stable offered comprehensive care at 50 local copper coins per animal a day, including health examinations, quality feed, and dedicated caretaker services. Additionally, they arranged for a wagon specialist to conduct a thorough inspection for damage and perform any necessary repairs, a service that cost 100 copper coins but provided invaluable peace of mind for their continued journey.
Andy settled the accounts with practiced efficiency: 4 local silver coins for their premium rooms over two days, 2 local silver coins for stable services for their three horses, and 100 copper coins for the wagon expert's services. The total expenditure upon arriving in Greenvale reached 6 local silver coins and 132 local copper coins, a significant but worthwhile investment in their comfort and equipment maintenance.
After securing their accommodations, the group took time to refresh themselves from the rigors of travel. They drew cool, clean water from the inn's well to wash away the dust and grime of the road, laundered their travel-stained clothing, and gathered in the inn's exclusive tavern for a hearty breakfast. The group meal they ordered reflected the establishment's quality: fresh bread still warm from the ovens, perfectly boiled potatoes, creamy milk, eggs prepared to perfection, tender fowl meat, crisp vegetables, and a rich, aromatic soup that warmed them from within. The feast cost 3 local silver coins, but the satisfaction and energy it provided were invaluable.
Properly fed and refreshed, they returned to their shared room to finalize their plans for the day's activities. The time had come to put their carefully laid strategies into motion, with each member of their group taking on specific responsibilities that would maximize their efficiency and success in Greenvale's bustling marketplace.
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Day 36.2: Greenvale - The Embroidery Shop
The morning sun filtered through the narrow streets of Greenvale's business district as August set out on his assigned mission. His task seemed straightforward enough: locate a skilled craftsperson capable of creating a banner that would proudly display their mercantile symbol. However, as he wandered through the winding commercial thoroughfares, past shops displaying their wares and craftsmen plying their trades, he began to realize that finding the right establishment might prove more challenging than anticipated.
Eventually, his search led him to a shop that specializes in embroidery work, but the sight that greeted him was far from encouraging. The building appeared to be fighting a losing battle against time and neglect. The wooden sign bearing the shop's name hung precariously from rusted chains, creaking ominously in the gentle breeze. The structure itself told a story of gradual decline—walls patched with mismatched boards, windows clouded with age, and an overall atmosphere of abandonment that spoke of serious financial difficulties.
The reason for this decay became apparent as August learned more about the establishment. "Mitch's Embroidery" was experiencing the final throes of business failure, slowly succumbing to bankruptcy as newer, mechanized competitors captured their clientele. The traditional hand-crafting methods that had once been the shop's pride and signature service now seemed antiquated in an age of mechanical efficiency and rapid production.
Upon entering the dimly lit interior, August was greeted by the shop's sole remaining employee—a woman who appeared to be roughly the same age as Marcus, perhaps in her late twenties or early thirties. Her tired eyes and worn clothing suggested someone who had been fighting a losing battle for some time, yet there remained a dignity in her bearing that spoke of pride in her craft and heritage.
"Good day, miss," August began politely, his voice echoing slightly in the nearly empty shop. "May I inquire if this establishment still accepts commission work?"
Michelle Mitch, fifth-generation owner of the family business, looked up from her work with undisguised surprise. Customers had become so rare that she had almost forgotten the proper protocols for greeting them. The sight of this young man, clearly a traveler from his dust-covered clothing, armor and weathered appearance, seemed almost surreal in her current circumstances.
"Good day to you as well, sir," she replied, her voice carrying a mixture of hope and wariness. "I must confess, I'm rather surprised to see a customer. Most people nowadays prefer the newer machine embroidery establishments that have opened in town recently. Their methods are faster, and frankly, more economical for most purposes."
August nodded thoughtfully, beginning to understand the situation. "Ah, I see. Well, I was simply wandering through the district and this was the first embroidery shop I encountered. I wasn't aware of the competition in town. Does this mean you no longer accept commission requests?"
The question struck Michelle like a physical blow. Her business instincts, honed through years of struggle, suddenly awakened as she realized this might be her final opportunity to practice her craft professionally. Almost stumbling over her words in her eagerness, she hurried around the counter, her hands reaching out as if to physically grasp this unexpected lifeline.
"No, no, sir! I absolutely still accept commissions!" she exclaimed, her voice betraying her desperation despite her attempts to maintain professional composure. "It's true that we've faced harsh competition from the newer establishments with their mechanical methods. You see, I made the decision to continue my grandmother's traditional techniques and maintain the family legacy, but I'm afraid it has hurt the business considerably. Most of our skilled workers have departed for our competitors, where steady employment and regular wages are assured. I cannot blame them for seeking security. The truth is, we have virtually no customers remaining, and I fear this may be my final commission before I'm forced to file for bankruptcy and close the shop permanently."
The weight of her situation was evident in every word, and August felt a pang of sympathy for this dedicated craftswoman. "I'm truly sorry to hear about your difficulties," he said sincerely. "Nevertheless, I would like to discuss my requirements with you. I need a symbol created for our traveling merchant group. Were relatively new to the trade—barely a month in operation. Our name is 'Maya's Traveling Mercantile,' and we require a banner that will represent us proudly as we travel."
August carefully withdrew his identification plaque, which bore an embossed representation of their mercantile symbol: a majestic tree positioned at the center, with two perfectly balanced scales extending from either side, representing both growth and fair trade. Michelle examined the design with the practiced eye of a master craftswoman, her fingers tracing the intricate details as her mind began to visualize the possibilities.
Taking up her tools—a quill for sketching and quality paper for planning—Michelle began drafting preliminary designs. Her movements became more confident and purposeful as she immersed herself in the creative process, the first time in months that she had engaged with her true passion. She sketched various interpretations of the symbol, considering different approaches to translating the embossed design into embroidered form.
"The tree could be rendered in rich greens and browns," she explained, her voice gaining enthusiasm as she worked. "The scales could be depicted in silver and gold threads to suggest precious metals and fair value. The banner itself could be created on deep blue fabric, symbolizing trust and reliability in business dealings."
Her concept impressed August, and they spent considerable time refining the details, discussing thread choices, color schemes, and the banner's dimensions. However, as their planning progressed, a crucial question emerged that would determine the feasibility of the entire project.
"This design is quite impressive," August said, "but I must ask about timing. Can this be completed within two days? You see, we must continue our journey northward. Our ultimate destination is the regional capital of Gremory, and our schedule is rather demanding."
Michelle's expression immediately shifted from enthusiasm to disappointment, the harsh reality of her situation reasserting itself. A commission of this complexity and quality, executed by traditional hand-crafting methods, would require approximately one month to complete properly. This was precisely why the mechanical shops had gained such popularity—they could produce adequate results in a fraction of the time required for traditional techniques.
"I'm afraid that presents a significant problem," she admitted reluctantly. "A banner of this quality, properly hand-embroidered with the attention to detail it deserves, would require at least a month of dedicated work. If you needed something produced by machine, perhaps it could be completed in your timeframe, but I cannot compromise the quality of my work or rush the traditional methods that have been passed down through five generations of my family. I'm afraid I must decline this commission."
August felt genuine disappointment, both for himself and for Michelle. The situation seemed to represent everything that was wrong with the tension between tradition and progress, quality and expediency. He began to take his leave, accepting that they would need to seek alternatives, when Michelle's voice stopped him in his tracks.
"Wait, sir!" she called out, her voice carrying a note of sudden determination that surprised them both. "What if... what if I were to accompany you on your journey? You mentioned you're heading north, correct? I could work on the banner during our travels, completing it properly using traditional methods while we make our way to your destination. It would be a rather unconventional arrangement, but..."
She paused, looking around the shop that had been her prison as much as her heritage, then continued with growing conviction. "The truth is, I'll be leaving this place for good anyway. It pains me to admit it, but I cannot maintain my ancestors' store any longer. Perhaps it's time I carved my own path forward rather than clinging to the past."
August was stunned by this unexpected proposal. The suddenness of Michelle's decision to abandon everything she had fought to preserve seemed almost reckless. "Miss, I'm not certain your decision is well-considered," he said carefully. "Will you truly have no regrets? This shop, despite its current difficulties, still represents five generations of your family's dedication and craftsmanship. Everything here has been carefully maintained and preserved. The tools, the techniques, the accumulated wisdom of your ancestors—are you prepared to leave all of this behind?"
Michelle's gaze swept slowly around the shop, taking in every detail: the ancient embroidery hoops that had been used by her grandmother and great-grandmother, the carefully organized threads in colors that had been collected over decades, the worn but perfectly maintained tools that represented centuries of accumulated expertise. She could almost see the ghosts of her ancestors working at these same stations, their hands guiding the same needles, their eyes focused on the same meticulous work.
"Yes," she said finally, her voice steady despite the magnitude of her decision. "You see, I've carried a dream since childhood that I never had the courage to pursue. I wanted to be an adventurer, to explore the unknown parts of our world, to experience life beyond the confines of this shop and this town. I've always been too bound by duty and tradition to follow that dream, but perhaps this is the perfect opportunity to honor both my family's legacy and my own aspirations. I can bring my tools and continue practicing our traditional methods while finally experiencing the adventure I've always craved."
August found himself conflicted by Michelle's proposal. While he respected her right to make her own choices, the weight of her decision was considerable. Then, a sudden inspiration struck him—an idea that might serve both their interests perfectly.
"If you're truly committed to this course of action," he said slowly, "then perhaps I have a proposal that might interest you. What if you were to come to our village? You see, I'm not merely a traveling merchant. I'm actually journeying throughout the continent specifically to find skilled individuals who can help revive our dying village. We desperately lack the manpower needed to restore our community to prosperity, and there are countless opportunities for someone with your skills."
He warmed to his theme as he continued, "I can guarantee that we could find work that would not only utilize your embroidery skills but also allow your family's legacy to continue and flourish in a new environment. The arrangement would be temporary—I've promised to return to my friends by next year when the snow thaws, so we would be traveling and adventuring together until then. Throughout our travels, I would cover all your expenses: food, shelter, clothing, and payment for any commissions you complete for me or others we encounter."
Michelle listened intently, her mind racing as she considered the implications of August's offer. The opportunity to preserve her family's traditions while pursuing her dreams of adventure seemed almost too good to be true. "This proposal addresses everything I could hope for," she said thoughtfully. "But I feel I should know more about you before making such a commitment. We haven't even properly introduced ourselves. My name is Michelle Mitch, and I am indeed the last generation of embroiderers in our family line."
"It's a pleasure to meet you, Miss Michelle," August replied with a warm smile. "My name is August Finn. I am a traveling merchant and the current owner of 'Maya's Traveling Mercantile,' though that may change as our enterprise grows. Also, please don't feel obligated to maintain a formal address—I'm only twelve years old, after all."
Michelle's eyes widened in shock. She had estimated August to be much closer to her own age, perhaps in his late teens or early twenties. While his face did carry youthful features, his physical stature and mature demeanor had completely masked his actual age. "Twelve years old?" she repeated, incredulous. "But you seem so... developed, both physically and in your manner of speaking. Are you quite certain?"
August laughed, a sound that carried both embarrassment and amusement. "Yes, I'm quite certain of my age. I know I appear older than my years, but I assure you I'm only twelve. As for how you should address me, please call me anything other than 'sir' or 'boss'—those titles make me quite uncomfortable. My friends back in the village call me Gus, if you'd prefer that."
"I'm still struggling to determine an appropriate way to address you," Michelle admitted. "Young master? Master August? The situation is rather unusual."
"Please, just call me August," he insisted, eager to move past the awkward formalities. "Now, to change the subject, we heard that Greenvale boasts hot springs. Is this accurate? We've planned to skip several other towns specifically so we could recuperate from our travel fatigue here and enjoy proper rest on comfortable beds."
"Yes, the hot springs are indeed one of Greenvale's primary attractions," Michelle confirmed. "You should certainly take advantage of them during your stay. As for myself, I'll need to focus on preparations for departure. I have arrangements to make, including selling this property to someone I trust. There's a woman I know who would be thrilled to acquire the shop, and I'm confident she would treat it with the respect it deserves."
With their unexpected partnership established, August prepared to take his leave and explore more of what Greenvale had to offer. The day had taken an entirely unforeseen turn, but he felt confident that Michelle would prove to be a valuable addition to their group—and potentially to Maya village itself.
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Day 36.3: Greenvale - Adrian the Magnanimous
While August was negotiating his surprising arrangement with Michelle, Andy and Marcus found themselves working together for the first time as a trading partnership. Their collaboration proved remarkably effective, combining the older man Andy's shrewd business sense with the younger man Marcus's practical knowledge of goods and their applications. Together, they approached the task of selling their accumulated merchandise with strategic precision, targeting the highest-end establishments in Greenvale where their premium goods would command the best prices.
Their first successful negotiation took place at an upscale tavern that catered to wealthy merchants and minor nobility. The establishment's buyer, recognizing the exceptional quality of their meat, agreed to purchase two full crates at 30 local silver coins per kilogram. However, Andy and Marcus's persuasive skills and the undeniable superiority of their product allowed them to negotiate the price up to 35 silver coins per kilogram. This single transaction netted them an impressive 700 local gold coins, far exceeding their most optimistic projections.
Word of their exceptional merchandise spread quickly through Greenvale's network of high-end establishments. Before they could even seek out additional buyers, they found themselves approached by representatives of competing businesses. As they emerged from their first successful sale, they were intercepted by an unusual pair: a magnificently dressed man who radiated wealth and authority, accompanied by what was clearly a master chef from one of the town's premier culinary establishments.
The wealthy man stepped forward with the confidence of someone accustomed to getting exactly what he wanted. "You there," he called imperiously, his voice carrying the tone of absolute command. "I've heard reports that you're selling meat of exceptional quality. I want to purchase your entire stock immediately. Name your price, merchants."
Andy and Marcus exchanged meaningful glances, instantly recognizing the opportunity before them. This was clearly a man of substantial means who valued quality above economy, and his demanding approach suggested someone who might be willing to pay premium prices to secure exclusive access to their goods. They composed their expressions into carefully neutral masks, preparing to extract maximum value from this unexpected encounter.
Andy took the lead in the negotiation, his voice carrying respectful but confident tones. "We're not certain what you may have heard, good sir, but we want to be absolutely clear that we don't trade in ordinary merchandise. What we offer is premium beast meat of the highest quality, carefully hunted, expertly butchered, and properly prepared to maintain its exceptional characteristics."
To demonstrate their claims, Andy produced a sample piece of their meat. Even in its raw state, the product was visually impressive—deep red in color with perfect marbling, glistening with natural moisture that spoke of freshness and proper handling. The wealthy man, whose name they would soon learn was Adrian, gestured sharply to his companion.
The chef approached and examined the sample with the practiced eye of a culinary master. He cut a small portion and tasted it, his expression immediately transforming from professional skepticism to genuine amazement. Even uncooked, the meat displayed a depth of flavor and tenderness that rivaled the finest products he had encountered in the imperial capital itself. In this remote region of the continent, such quality was virtually unheard of.
The chef returned to Adrian and delivered his assessment in hushed, reverent tones. He rated the meat as "triple A plus"—a grade that Adrian associated exclusively with imperial quality products from the Capital City of Aethelgard. Such merchandise typically commanded prices ranging from 5 local gold coins to 1 imperial copper coin, depending on market conditions and availability.
Adrian's background explained his immediate interest and his willingness to pay premium prices. Born into a wealthy merchant family with extensive trading connections to the imperial capital, he had been raised to appreciate quality and had developed an almost obsessive relationship with wealth itself. He owned "Golden Leaf Tavern," the most luxurious dining establishment in Greenvale and one of the finest in the entire northern central subcontinent. His establishment attracted nobility and wealthy merchants who demanded the absolute best in cuisine and service.
More importantly for the current situation, Adrian possessed both the means to purchase their entire stock and the connections to resell it profitably in the imperial capital. He maintained regular shipping routes and had a vessel ready to transport high-value merchandise to markets where it would command even higher prices.
"Well then, state your price," Adrian declared with characteristic impatience. "Cost is no object for merchandise of this caliber."
Andy and Marcus, still unaware of the full extent of Adrian's wealth and connections, proceeded with what they considered an aggressive pricing strategy. "We're asking 45 local silver coins per kilogram," Andy announced. "We can offer you a discount from the rate we charged the tavern behind us, where we sold similar merchandise for one local gold coin per kilogram. Given the volume you're requesting, we think this represents fair value. Are you certain you can afford such an investment, sir?"
The statement was, of course, a calculated exaggeration designed to establish a high baseline for negotiation. However, Adrian's reaction was far different from what they had anticipated.
Rather than being discouraged by the price, Adrian was insulted by the implication that he might lack the resources to afford their merchandise. His face flushed deep red with indignation as he perceived their cautious approach as a personal slight against his wealth and status.
"You dare question my financial resources?" he thundered, his voice echoing through the street and drawing curious stares from passersby. "Your quoted price is laughably inadequate for triple A plus grade meat! Don't insult me by comparing my standards to some common tavern! I'll purchase your entire stock for 9 local gold coins per kilogram!"
Andy and Marcus stood frozen in disbelief, certain they had misheard the offer. "Nine gold coins?" Andy managed to stammer. "Did we understand you correctly, sir?"
Their stunned expressions and obvious amazement only served to inflate Adrian's ego further. Wide grins spread across their faces as they realized they had stumbled upon a customer whose pride and competitive nature would work entirely in their favor.
"Indeed, you heard correctly," Adrian confirmed smugly. "Follow me to my residence, and we'll conclude this transaction properly."
Adrian's mansion proved to be a testament to his obsession with wealth and luxury. The building was literally adorned with gold—not merely gold-colored paint or decorative elements, but actual precious metal incorporated into virtually every surface. From doorknobs to window frames, from decorative molding to furniture accents, the residence gleamed with metallic splendor that spoke of wealth beyond imagination.
As Adrian's staff began cataloging the contents of their wagon, they made additional discoveries that sent their employer into even greater excitement. Beyond the premium meat that had initiated their transaction, the merchants possessed 750 pieces of high-quality leather, another 750 pieces of equally fine hide, and approximately one thousand specimens of rare herbal plants.
When this inventory was reported to Adrian, his eyes gleamed with anticipation. His family's business empire included enterprises that specifically required these exact materials. They had been requesting supplies of high-quality leather and hide for their manufacturing operations, while the rare herbs represented enormous potential profit through their alchemical and pharmaceutical divisions in the imperial capital.
The herbs, in particular, represented extraordinary value. These specimens could only be harvested from the deepest, most dangerous regions of untamed forests, making them incredibly rare and valuable to alchemists, herbalists, and pharmaceutical manufacturers. Adrian could practically hear the sound of gold coins multiplying as he calculated the potential profits from reselling these materials in the imperial capital's lucrative markets.
"Are you also interested in selling the leather, hide, and herbs?" Adrian inquired, though his tone made it clear that refusal was not an option he would accept gracefully.
By this point, Andy and Marcus had recognized that they were dealing with someone whose wealth exceeded their wildest dreams. The prospect of earning enough from this single transaction to live comfortably for the rest of their lives was becoming a genuine possibility. However, they also realized that their customer's pride and competitive nature could be leveraged even further.
"Certainly, Sir Adrian," Andy replied with calculated deference. "However, we're concerned about inadvertently offending you with our limited understanding of proper valuations. Would you be so kind as to provide your assessment of fair market value for these items? We would be honored to hear your expert opinion."
This approach appealed perfectly to Adrian's ego and his desire to demonstrate his superior knowledge and resources. "Very well," he declared magnanimously. "My staff has informed me that these materials meet imperial capital standards, so I shall pay you according to those elevated benchmarks."
For Adrian, the imperial capital represented the ultimate standard of quality and value that should be maintained throughout all three subcontinents under imperial rule. He summoned his family's head alchemist, who maintained a residence in Greenvale specifically to oversee their regional operations.
The alchemist's examination of the herbal specimens left him practically speechless. He confirmed that each plant could command between 15 and 30 local gold coins in the imperial capital, depending on specific variety and condition. The fact that the merchants possessed a thousand such specimens represented a treasure trove of unprecedented proportions for anyone involved in alchemical or pharmaceutical work.
Adrian, characteristically, opted for the maximum valuation in all cases. "Twenty local gold coins each for the leather and hide pieces," he announced, "and thirty local gold coins for each herbal specimen."
The final calculations left Andy and Marcus in a state of near-religious ecstasy. For the meat alone, they earned 40,500 local gold coins. The leather and hide added another 30,000 local gold coins, while the herbs contributed an additional 30,000. Their total earnings reached 100,500 local gold coins—a sum so vast that they could barely comprehend its implications.
Given the impracticality of carrying such an enormous quantity of coins, Adrian converted their payment to imperial currency: 2 imperial gold coins and 1 imperial silver coin. The conversion alone demonstrated the astronomical nature of their success, as imperial coins represented denominations reserved for truly significant transactions.
As they prepared to leave Adrian's golden mansion, both men felt as though they were walking on air. The weight of the imperial coins in their possession represented more wealth than most people would see in several lifetimes. However, they also felt the awesome responsibility of managing such resources on August's behalf, since technically the merchandise and its proceeds belonged to their young leader.
Their immediate priority was to locate August and transfer these valuable coins to his care before something could go wrong. The thought of losing or misplacing such wealth was enough to make them both break into cold sweats.
**Total Earnings for the Day: 2 imperial gold coins, 2 imperial silver coins, and 20 imperial copper coins**
As the sun began to set over Greenvale, the first day of their visit had exceeded every expectation. August had gained a skilled craftswoman and potential village resident, while Andy and Marcus had achieved the most profitable single transaction of their merchant careers. Tomorrow would bring new opportunities and challenges, but for now, they could rest satisfied that their journey north was proving remarkably successful.
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Day 36.4: Greenvale - Upgrading Their Wagon and Acquiring Medium-Sized Magical Crates
The afternoon sun cast long shadows across Greenvale's cobblestone streets as the group's business in town concluded earlier than expected. With their coffers heavier from the day's successful transactions, Andy and Marcus set out to locate their companions who had wandered off to explore the town's offerings.
They found August first, leisurely strolling through the market district, his keen eyes observing the various wares and bustling activity of the merchants. The moment Andy and Marcus spotted him, they approached with purpose, pressing a weighty pouch into his hands without ceremony. August understood the implications immediately—the substantial amount they'd earned from dealing with their previous transaction was too significant to carry casually on their persons. Andy had been burdened with their profits throughout the day, carrying not only Imperial Coinage but also those they earned the day before, from those that they extracted from the bandits band highway robbers and their ransom, and they all agreed it was time to put those funds to good use, excluding those they earned from selling their wares. August doubted they would need to tap into their reserves stored within his magical storage system—the SYSTEM'S own bank, as he had come to think of it.
Their current wealth stores in the SYSTEMS BANK stood at an impressive sum: **2 imperial gold coins, 2 imperial silver coins, 20 imperial copper coins, 4,337 local gold coins, 7 local silver coins, and 140 local bronze coins, out of the one million Imperial Orichalcum Coins that it could truly hold.**
Next, they needed to find Sibus. Recalling his scholarly tendencies and his mention of visiting a bookstore, they methodically searched the few establishments that dealt in written knowledge. The town's literary quarter was modest but well-maintained, with several shops catering to different reading preferences—from practical manuals to philosophical treatises.
After several minutes of searching, they discovered Sibus standing motionless in the corner of a particularly well-stocked bookstore. He was completely absorbed in his reading, holding an ancient-looking tome with careful reverence. His focus was so intense that he seemed to exist in a bubble of concentration, utterly oblivious to the world around him. The sounds of other customers, the creaking of floorboards, even the direct presence of his three companions failed to penetrate his scholarly trance.
Finally, after Andy cleared his throat loudly enough to disturb several other patrons, Sibus reluctantly lifted his gaze from the pages. Blinking as if emerging from a dream, he asked with characteristic casualness, "What time is it?"
August stepped forward, his tone carrying the authority of their group's de facto leader. "If you're finished here, we should grab a proper meal and then attend to some important business. I've decided it's time we upgrade our wagon to a medium-sized one. We'll be gaining an additional companion soon—I've found another person who wishes to journey with us. Since it's a woman, I believe we need accommodations that are more personalized and appropriate for mixed company."
The revelation sparked immediate interest from Andy and Marcus, who couldn't resist the opportunity to tease their young leader. Andy was the first to speak, his eyes twinkling with mischief. "Well now, kid, you really are something else! Don't you have a beautiful lady waiting for you back home? You know, the silver-haired one we've all heard about?"
Marcus quickly joined in, his weathered face creasing with amusement. "Young sir, I had no idea you possessed such natural charm with the fairer sex!"
Their laughter filled the bookstore, drawing curious glances from other patrons. August's face flushed crimson with embarrassment, his usual composure cracking under their good-natured ribbing. Meanwhile, Sibus remained characteristically unmoved by the exchange, his attention already returning to his book as he made his way to the counter to complete his purchase paying 1 local gold coin.
With Sibus's literary acquisition secured, the group made their way through Greenvale's winding streets toward a highly recommended tavern for their midday meal. The establishment buzzed with local conversation and the hearty aromas of well-prepared food, providing the perfect atmosphere for planning their next moves.
After a satisfying lunch of locally sourced ingredients and regional specialties, they directed their steps toward their next destination: "Jobert's Wagons," the most renowned wagon craftsman in Greenvale. Jobert's reputation extended far beyond the town's borders, known not only for standard quality vehicles but also for his deluxe and premium offerings that catered to discerning travelers.
The workshop itself was an impressive sight—a sprawling complex of interconnected buildings where the sounds of hammering, sawing, and detailed craftsmanship created a symphony of productivity. Various wagons in different stages of completion filled the workspace, from basic frames to nearly finished masterpieces.
Jobert himself was a stout, bearded man whose hands bore the calluses of decades spent perfecting his craft. He explained the options available with the enthusiasm of a true artisan. For both deluxe and premium categories, only medium-type wagons were available, as these represented the optimal balance of functionality and luxury.
**The Deluxe - Medium Type Wagon offered impressive specifications: lengths ranging from 30 to 50 feet, with standardized dimensions of 15 feet in both width and height across all wagon types from standard to premium. The carrying capacity ranged from 10 to 30 tons, with costs varying from 20 to 40 local gold coins for the basic structure. What made these wagons special was their customizable nature—customers could modify functionality and choose from various high-quality materials for construction.**
**The Premium - Medium Type Wagon represented the pinnacle of Jobert's craft, with lengths spanning 40 to 60 feet while maintaining the same 15-foot width and height standards. These vehicles could handle 20 to 50 tons of cargo, but their true appeal lay in their limitless customization options. Every aspect could be tailored to the customer's desires, from functional additions to decorative flourishes. These wagons were typically commissioned by noble houses and wealthy merchant families who valued both utility and prestige.**
August studied the options with his characteristic pragmatism. While their recent financial success meant they weren't constrained by budget limitations, he had no interest in the premium wagons' ostentatious features. His mindset remained focused on functionality over form—he saw decorative frills as unnecessary expenses that added no practical value to their journey. This frugal wisdom, developed through years of careful resource management in the village, guided his decision-making process.
They settled on a Deluxe - Medium Type Wagon, appreciating its customizable nature without the temptation of wasteful embellishments. After careful consideration of their needs and the capabilities of their two six-legged horse beasts of burden, they selected a wagon with a 20-ton capacity—the maximum their animals could comfortably pull over long distances. The specifications included an overall length of 40 feet, maintaining the standard 15-foot width and height, with a base cost of 30 local gold coins before any customizations.
The customization process revealed August's thoughtful planning. They designed a dedicated living space measuring 15 feet in length, width, and height, providing 2,700 cubic feet of comfortable accommodation. This space was intelligently divided into separate quarters for male and female occupants, featuring eight bunk beds arranged for optimal space utilization and privacy. The living area was engineered to provide protection against both extreme heat and cold, accessible through a secure door at the wagon's rear.
The remaining 25 feet of length, totaling 5,625 cubic feet, was designated as cargo space. This area featured detachable sides for easy loading and unloading, along with two service doors positioned on opposite sides of the wagon for convenient access during stops.
Their current wagon contained seven standard small magical crates, each measuring 5 feet in all dimensions and capable of storing 500 kilograms of meat with magical temperature control activated by mana infusion. With their new wagon's expanded capacity, they decided to retain these crates while adding two more to achieve better balance, bringing their total to nine small magical crates arranged in stacks three high.
Additionally, they invested in nine deluxe medium magical crates, each measuring 10 feet in length, 5 feet in width, and 5 feet in height. These superior containers could hold 1,500 kilograms each while providing a remarkable 25% weight reduction for their contents through integrated magical items. This enchantment maintained the crates' standard durability and capacity while adding the convenience of reduced transportation weight. Like their smaller counterparts, these crates featured cold storage capabilities with freezing temperatures—a significant upgrade over the basic magical crates. Each deluxe medium crate cost 5 local gold coins, representing excellent value for their enhanced capabilities.
The final wagon design resembled a rectangular moving fortress, with the living quarters positioned at the rear for privacy and comfort. The cargo hold occupied the central and forward sections, with the nine deluxe medium magical crates placed in the cargo area's rear section (essentially the wagon's center), while the nine standard small magical crates were positioned at the cargo hold's front end. Strategic weight distribution was achieved through carefully designed placeholders that would secure the crates regardless of terrain—whether navigating uphill climbs, downhill descents, or rough roads. They retained 10 feet of versatile dead space within the cargo hold for future needs or unexpected acquisitions.
The wagon's mobility was ensured by eight massive 5 feet high double-stacked reinforced steel wheels, designed to distribute stress evenly across various terrain types. This wheel configuration would prevent damage during long journeys over challenging landscapes.
Jobert had spared no expense in materials, using only the highest quality wood and steel throughout the construction. The itemized costs reflected this deluxe approach: the bare wagon frame cost 30 local gold coins, the custom living space added 25 local gold coins, the specialized cargo hold contributed 15 local gold coins, and the reinforced wheels cost 32 local gold coins total (2 gold coins each). The two additional standard small magical crates cost 10 local silver coins each, totaling 20 local silver coins. The nine new deluxe medium magical crates required 45 local gold coins total.
The weight calculations were impressive: with the magical weight reduction, their maximum cargo capacity would be 15.125 tons, the living area would add 1.5 tons, and the wagon itself weighed 2 tons, creating a total of 18.625 tons out of their 20-ton maximum capacity when fully loaded. This left room for additional beasts of burden if their cargo needs expanded beyond current capacity.
Jobert arranged for them to collect the completed wagon the following morning before their departure. As for their current wagon, he offered 5 local gold coins for it as a used vehicle, which would reduce their final payment.
**The total investment came to 106 local gold coins and 20 local silver coins—a substantial but worthwhile expenditure for their upgraded traveling capabilities.**
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Day 36.5: Greenvale - Ending the Day at Greenvale's Famed Hot Springs
As the afternoon sun began its descent toward the horizon, the group made their way to one of Greenvale's most celebrated attractions: the renowned hot springs, famous throughout the region for their rejuvenating properties and ability to soothe various physical ailments and fatigue.
The hot springs complex was an impressive sight, with steam rising from multiple pools of varying sizes scattered across a carefully landscaped area. Natural rock formations had been artfully incorporated into the design, creating an atmosphere that felt both luxurious and authentically connected to the land's natural beauty.
"So this is the famous Greenvale hot springs," Andy remarked, his voice carrying genuine appreciation as he surveyed the scene. "It certainly looks impressive—much more elaborate than I expected."
Even Sibus, typically aloof and absorbed in intellectual pursuits, showed visible enthusiasm for this particular experience. His usual scholarly demeanor gave way to anticipation as he observed the various pools and their therapeutic possibilities.
"I can already feel my skin beginning to rejuvenate just from standing here," Marcus commented, inhaling deeply of the mineral-rich air that carried hints of natural sulfur and earth. "The stories we've heard about this place seem to be true."
August nodded approvingly, pleased that their day's planning had led them to this moment of well-deserved relaxation. "Let us make the most of this opportunity, uncles. We've earned some rest after our productive day."
The entrance fees reflected the springs' reputation and quality: tourists paid 50 local copper coins each, while local residents enjoyed a reduced rate of 25 local copper coins. The pricing structure encouraged both visitor revenue and local community access. After paying their total of 1 local silver coin and 50 local copper coins (equivalent to 200 local copper coins for their group of four), they entered the complex proper.
The facility offered an impressive variety of bathing options. Numerous smaller hot springs could accommodate intimate groups of 4-5 people, perfect for private conversations and personal relaxation. Larger community pools welcomed those who preferred a more social bathing experience, often filled with locals sharing stories and travelers exchanging tales of their journeys.
Seeking tranquility after their busy day, the group chose one of the smaller pools located in a quieter section toward the right side of the complex, away from the main foot traffic and general noise. The pool they selected was perfectly positioned among natural rock formations, providing both privacy and a sense of connection with the surrounding landscape.
The hot spring water was exactly as advertised—mineral-rich and maintained at the perfect temperature to promote both physical and mental relaxation. As they settled into the therapeutic waters, conversation flowed easily among the companions, discussing their successful day, their upcoming journey, and the improvements their new wagon would bring to their travels.
An hour passed in blissful relaxation, the warm waters working their magic on tired muscles and travel-weary bodies. The mineral content of the springs indeed seemed to have rejuvenating properties, leaving their skin feeling refreshed and their energy levels restored despite the day's activities.
Eventually, they reluctantly emerged from the waters, dressed, and prepared to conclude their day with dinner and rest at their inn. The combination of successful business, wise investments, and therapeutic relaxation had created exactly the kind of productive and satisfying day that made their travels worthwhile.
However, their peaceful evening was suddenly disrupted by a disturbance emanating from another area of the hot springs complex. Raised voices and sounds of conflict drew attention from throughout the facility, as people began converging toward the source of the commotion.
The situation quickly revealed itself to be serious: an intoxicated man had begun creating a scene at one of the smaller spring clusters, his behavior escalating from verbal aggression to physical assault. In his drunken state, he had begun inappropriately groping a woman who had been enjoying a peaceful soak, his actions becoming increasingly violent and threatening.
Several brave bystanders had attempted to intervene and subdue the aggressor, but his combination of size, strength, and alcohol-fueled rage made him a formidable opponent. Blood began to flow as he lashed out indiscriminately, punching and kicking anyone who dared approach him. His attacks were wild but powerful, seriously injuring multiple people who had tried to help the woman and restore order to the situation.
The town's patrol was inexplicably delayed in responding to the emergency, leaving the situation to deteriorate further. In Greenvale, as in most civilized towns and cities, fighting was strictly prohibited, and the use of magic in such situations could result in severe consequences, potentially including execution depending on the circumstances. While some communities allowed formal duels to resolve disputes, with the victor determining the resolution, this was clearly not such a situation.
August assessed the crisis with the quick thinking that had served him well in previous dangerous encounters be it man or beast. The man's drunkenness, while making him unpredictable and violent, also created exploitable openings in his defense. August's superior speed and combat training gave him significant advantages over the intoxicated aggressor.
Moving with practiced precision, August became almost a blur of motion as he capitalized on the man's compromised state. He delivered two perfectly placed strikes: a devastating right straight to the solar plexus that knocked the wind from the man's lungs, followed immediately by a hooking left to the chin. The combination was executed with surgical precision—enough force to immediately subdue the threat without causing permanent damage.
The drunk man, completely outmatched despite his size and rage, crumpled to the ground unconscious. His reign of terror ended as quickly as August's intervention began, leaving him destined for jail and facing serious legal consequences including charges of malicious intent while intoxicated, sexual assault, and multiple counts of battery.
When the town's patrol finally arrived several minutes later, they found a confusing scene: multiple people bleeding or unconscious on the ground, with one man standing over another who lay motionless. The guards immediately began questioning witnesses to piece together what had transpired.
Multiple eyewitness accounts consistently identified the unconscious man as the aggressor who had caused all the problems. However, when asked about how the situation had been resolved, witnesses could only describe seeing a blur of motion followed by the sudden collapse of the troublemaker. The speed of August's intervention had been too fast for most observers to follow clearly.
Recognizing the potential complications of being detained for questioning, August and his companions quickly and quietly departed the scene. They slipped away before the guards could identify them as participants in the incident, avoiding the bureaucratic entanglements that might delay their planned departure from Greenvale.
The witnesses left behind could only describe a mysterious figure—a masked hero cloaked in black animal fur who had appeared like a shadow, delivered justice, and vanished just as quickly. The description was vague enough to protect August's identity while adding to the legend of the intervention.
The group successfully extracted themselves from the situation, having delivered swift justice without seeking recognition or compensation. Their actions had protected an innocent victim and restored order to the community, embodying the principles of moral responsibility that guided their travels.
With the crisis behind them, they made their way to Greenvale's bustling night market, a vibrant maze of stalls and vendors that came alive after sunset. The market created a symphony of commerce: stall owners calling out descriptions of their wares, customers haggling over prices, and the general buzz of a community engaged in evening trade. Food vendors offered an array of local specialties alongside more common traveling fare, while other merchants displayed crafts, tools, and curiosities from across the region.
The variety and energy of the night market provided the perfect counterpoint to their earlier peaceful hot springs experience and the sudden violence they had witnessed. Here was community life at its most positive—people coming together to trade, socialize, and share in the prosperity that successful commerce could bring.
Unknown to the group as they explored the market stalls and selected their dinner, there had been one witness to August's intervention who had observed more than the others. This observer had seen enough to potentially identify August, but that revelation would have to wait for another time and another story.
For now, the evening belonged to good food, pleasant conversation, and the satisfaction of a day well spent. They would feast on the market's offerings, return to their inn for a well-earned rest, and sleep soundly knowing that their new wagon would be ready in the morning to carry them toward whatever adventures awaited on the next leg of their journey.
The combination of successful business dealings, wise investments in their traveling capabilities, therapeutic relaxation, and even an opportunity to help someone in need had created exactly the kind of meaningful day that made their wandering lifestyle worthwhile. Tomorrow would bring new challenges and opportunities, but tonight was for rest and preparation.