Not Another Hero

"Have you filed your caravan with the commerce bureau?" I asked her, knowing the answer would be no. Few ever bothered to do so, as it was primarily a failed attempt to cut down on smuggling.

"Of course not, who does that?"

"I overheard that you are planning to trade for iron ore. The kingdom will reimburse you for damages if you're attacked by thorn pixies along the way. It's a program intended to help the war effort by safeguarding against iron shortages. No one really uses it, though."



"I take it you're not offering to carry crates for me, then. I'm convinced. A legal expert could prove useful," she replied after considering for a moment.

"My name is Francine. Welcome aboard."



"You've already met my husband, Chad. The man in glasses is my accountant, Geoff, and that's my overseer, Graglori."

"We're leaving at midday. Make your preparations and meet us in the stalls across the street. What's your name again?"