The Dneiper River, 1042
They stood on the banks of the river, watching the men loading supplies, and nobody spoke.
A light breeze ran across the water, the far bank festooned with trees of every kind, rolling hills capturing the eye, taking thoughts, hopes and dreams on a journey of far away. Haldor, limbs still stiff from his injuries, was the first to recover. He knelt down by the river"s edge, scooped up a handful of water, and let it trickle between his fingertips. He watched the merchantmen scratching their calculations on pieces of parchment, and he smiled. “Look at them. Their only concern is for profit. They grab at any opportunity to make a quick a tetarteron, regardless of how. They"ve come all this way, stumbled upon us, and leap at the chance. I hate merchants.”
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