I t's a misty morning with the glistening dew still lingering on the grass, and a few people are up and about in the village. Before long, other sleepy bodies emerge from their tents and soon there is a smell of woodsmoke and bacon cooking over the fire. Traders are busy setting up their stalls and we hear the clatter of wooden platters being washed, ready for the meal.
Children appear, running about with wooden swords, and fleece or leather balls.
A woman shouts, telling a child to go play away from the fire. O pposite the weaving tent sits E lswith . She is busy assembling her fine, hand-crafted neclaces and bracelets. Nearby, her husband S ven sits heating up her small kiln ready to melt the glass for her beads. Soon he will move to the campfire to polish his weapons and consider new training strategies for the settlement's company of mercenaries.