<div class="floatright">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/thumb/3/39/Aspen_Whitebear.jpg/360px-Aspen_Whitebear.jpg)</div><strong>Name: </strong>Aspen Whitebear (https://www.myth-weavers.com/sheet.html#id=1428588)<br/><strong>HP:</strong>10/10<br/><hr/><br/><br/>Aspen didn't fully understand their jobs in the merchant caravan. There were certain things she was supposed to just give away, and other things that she was supposed to take coins for. She'd eventually understood that everything other than paper was supposed to be traded for coins, although she kept getting the amounts wrong. On the other hand, some papers were for giving, and others were for trading. Were the pictures of the bald man were definitely for trading? Or were those the giving ones? It was all so confusing. Still, the journey between towns was pleasant, and Aspen enjoyed lying on top of one of the wagons, watching nature lazily roll on by.<br/><br/>Eveningstar was far better than she'd hoped. It was very different from the big cities, where the only signs of the natural world were rats and the occasional "decorative" tree. Here, the trees stood tall and proud. People living in tune with nature, Aspen liked that. A little apprehension crept in, however, when she stepped into the tavern. This was one of those "businesses". Aspen still hadn't worked out how "businesses" worked, and still got into trouble from time to time, but she'd learned enough by now to just follow the lead of one of her companions.