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His mind was on Aslatiel as he lifted the pack onto his back full of extra supplies they could trade. Everyone had their own bed rolls portioned out so the rest of the furs, minus a few for guests, were just taking up extra weight. He also packed a few of his herbs from the collection they carried with them. Thesewere also mostly extra with a couple more valuable thrown in. Just in case they saw something that got a little out of budget. They needed pack animals. He thought that he had tracked someone with goats, he just hoped they were willing to trade. Everyone was willing to carry, and they were indeed managing, but their pace was slow. They barely made it past the Hallows at this point. They needed pack animals to truly see the vision of the nomad band.

Of course the trip would not be complete without Gypsy at his side, the one who’s idea had really sold him on the idea of caring for goats. They had so many purposes they could put to good use out in the wilds without the protection of a pack’s border around them. Without somewhere permanent to call home. Instead of storing dead meat, they’d be able to keep it on the animal. Fresh and ready for harvest.

But he was counting his goats before he traded for them. They were approaching the group now, Indigo called out, already able to see the animals that were lying down chewing their cud. A young woman approached the pair, obviously curious about her guests. ”Hello, what can I help you with?” She questioned with a tilt of her head as she invited them into the camp. ”A bit of a trade if you’ll have it.” He started politely. ”I’m Indigo and this is Gypsy,” He gestured to his beautiful companion. ”We’re in the market for goats.”


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