The Trading Party

Grasslands West of Ostiarium

Voah liked to move freely, perhaps that is why she decided NOT to move into the Keep permanently but more as a transient resident who was free to stay in comfort or go as she pleased. She knew her place was with the other members of the church anyway.

She wished to travel as light as possible as well, but cold weather had a habit of making that difficult. Difficult, but not impossible. Over the last week she had commissioned two sets of heavier clothes that allowed her to maintain warmth as well as mobility. Her unarmed strikes would account for very little with her limbs covered, so she had the guards that wrapped her wrists and shins reinforced by sewn-in steel rods. She had commissioned a long brown hide, thinly lined with rabbit’s fur, that she wrapped into a sort of hooded scarf that trailed down her back like a cape. It was both warm and stylish and not too cumbersome.

The winter air swept across knee high grass as the Arbiter trudged alongside her horse, Litany, for a short time in front of the wagon party singing a hymn, her smoking censer dangling from her wrist as she moved along. She looked to the sky and prayed to Kupen for a blessing. Returning to the saddle of her horse, Voah slowed down and matched the pace of the wagon. She smiled over at Blackwolf who strummed along to her singing, finding the right chords to match her voice.

“My! Look at those mountains! I would very much like to climb there some day and look out upon all of this land.” she sighed.