Trade Caravan

Thordralin sifts through the contents of his fathers' belongings. He seems alive even now, in all these objects left behind. It's a sad and gruelling task, but the Uzbad does not complain; the slow digestion of memories is just one part of the mourning process. Placed tactfully at the bottom of one wooden box is a carefully preserved letter. A letter from Thordralin, back in his caravan guarding days. Or rather, at the end of them...

    The captain packed his belongings for the caravan. The bulk of his packs were comprised of basic campaign supplies: yards of rope and canvas for tents, pots and pans for victuals, steel shoes and extra tack for the pack horses, and very little other things for himself.