50th of Winter of 513 A.V. (Or a more agreeable time for you Klaus.
Fire was arguably one of the more important discoveries of any sentient race. It could be used to illuminate, to bring warmth and also served a function in the preparation of food. But without fuel there could be no fire... and in winter fuel was often in short supply. So it was not surprising that Cosette had been sent out to fetch Herald's Arm a fresh supply of logs to replenish the dwindling stack of firewood that was used for all the above mentioned functions. This time she had brought with her a cart. A borrowed one, with wooden wheels and a wooden frame. It was a simple, crude thing but it could fulfill its purpose... or she hoped it could.
She counted her coins - well not her coins, but the amount her employer had provided her in the purchase of the timber they would literally burn through the night. When the predicted sum matched up close to the terms being offered by the merchant she was negotiating with Cosette sealed the deal with a firm and clammy handshake.
Money changed hands swiftly and she was the proud owner of a pile of firewood... well, not really. She was just a middle-man, an errand person sent to retrieve these things.
A sigh left her lips and she flexed her muscles, preparing them in futility, as she poised her slight body to support the weight of the wood on the two-wheeled cart.
It creaked, shifted forward but to no avail. Again she found the task beyond easy labor. It was going to be a difficult task transporting all this wood to the Herald's Arm... even with the aid of a simple machine. Perhaps she could leave some with the merchant and come back, but could she trust the dealer...? Cosette frowned, that would put a dent in her plans to make it back to her workplace before sun down... this had to be a single trip. Coming back could take an hour more and she wasn't sure she could go at a decent pace on her own strength alone.
Fire was arguably one of the more important discoveries of any sentient race. It could be used to illuminate, to bring warmth and also served a function in the preparation of food. But without fuel there could be no fire... and in winter fuel was often in short supply. So it was not surprising that Cosette had been sent out to fetch Herald's Arm a fresh supply of logs to replenish the dwindling stack of firewood that was used for all the above mentioned functions. This time she had brought with her a cart. A borrowed one, with wooden wheels and a wooden frame. It was a simple, crude thing but it could fulfill its purpose... or she hoped it could.
She counted her coins - well not her coins, but the amount her employer had provided her in the purchase of the timber they would literally burn through the night. When the predicted sum matched up close to the terms being offered by the merchant she was negotiating with Cosette sealed the deal with a firm and clammy handshake.
Money changed hands swiftly and she was the proud owner of a pile of firewood... well, not really. She was just a middle-man, an errand person sent to retrieve these things.
A sigh left her lips and she flexed her muscles, preparing them in futility, as she poised her slight body to support the weight of the wood on the two-wheeled cart.
It creaked, shifted forward but to no avail. Again she found the task beyond easy labor. It was going to be a difficult task transporting all this wood to the Herald's Arm... even with the aid of a simple machine. Perhaps she could leave some with the merchant and come back, but could she trust the dealer...? Cosette frowned, that would put a dent in her plans to make it back to her workplace before sun down... this had to be a single trip. Coming back could take an hour more and she wasn't sure she could go at a decent pace on her own strength alone.
