The road was long and dusty, stretching out beneath the caravan's wheels as they rolled slowly along the worn path.
The caravan, modest in size, was made up of several wooden carts pulled by tired horses, each cart laden with burlap sacks and crates filled with agricultural goods—grain, dried fruits, and various crops.
The goods themselves weren't anything rare, but they were valuable now, given the scarcity in the region. Rackenshore and its surrounding villages had been plagued by bandit raids for weeks, making it difficult for any merchant to move goods safely.
