The wagon train had definitely swelled with the hopeful traders who joined them. By now it looked like a caravan should according to Arthur's childhood imagination. Of course, no camels and very little sand, but still. It took them the better part of the morning to leave Grendevrat behind them and it was time to make use of the men Harbend had hired the day before.
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The Taleweaver
FantasyOne man to change a life Two to change a world An outworlder comes to Otherworld where words come true where he comes true The Taleweaver Author note: I apologize for the horrid chapter disposition. I got my act together after publishing this novel...
