<div style="text-align: center;"><a class="postlink" href="http://www.creativefreedomrpg.com/viewtopic.php?f=18&amp;t=40998&amp;p=179033#p179033">[OOC]</a></div><br/><br/>The last days of autumn were nearing. The city of Goldenburgh would soon be wrapped in the cold embrace of winter, and heavy white clouds approached from the horizon. In the early morning, the town's many business were opening their doors. Goldenburgh was a humbly-sized, but financially stable and trade-centered town. Named after the yellow tiles that covered its building's roofs, it was a common stop for many adventurers and merchant caravans. What business were not in buildings instead had stalls, either built into the park's grounds or set up by travelers.<br/><br/>Magnus was the first awake of his family. He left his house, dressed in a nice outfit consisting of a white shirt, black breeches, and a deep blue waistcoat. It was an attractive outfit for a merchant, both comfortable and classy. A freshly-forged sword was the day's most important sale, assuming the client that had ordered the weapon arrived on time. He carried it to the shop in a gorgeous sheath, carved from fine mahogany and stained black. The door was unlocked, and he entered the store. The sword, still in its sheath, was set upon a weapon rack behind the counter. When he was certain it was safely balanced, he began setting up the rest of the store.<br/><br/>Candle lanterns were lit with a small handful of matches, boxes were opened and positioned to show off their contents in an attractive and interesting way, and armour sets were polished to give them that extra little bit of shine that sometimes swayed a customer's decision to buy. The setup took him about half an hour. Once he was sure it was completed, he opened the window's shutters and flipped a wooden sign that hung in one. The store was now officially open for business.<br/><br/>He didn't expect immediate business this early, so he sat down in a high-legged wooden armchair behind the counter. A small wooden "sweet potato" model ocarina was pulled from his pocket, and the monotonous silence found itself broken by light musical notes. It was a decent enough time to get some practice in. If someone stopped by, he'd be up in a moment's notice to help them out, but until then he would enjoy the morning's slowness.<br/><br/>Outside, the city's gates were opened by a pair of guards. Clad in gold-tinted steel and red surcoats, they were simultaneously intimidating and pleasant to look at. When the portcullis was raised completely, they took positions on either side of the gate to stand and protect.<br/><br/>A small caravan of men clad in simple green cloaks approached the city in a horse-drawn carriage. There were six in total, and after a quick inventory check, they were allowed in. The leader of the small group was a proud-looking Alftar. They had gone unnoticed, but each of the men wore identical brass amulets beneath their clothing, each bearing the image of a tree.