The town of Wintersedge was always bustleing during this time of year. Being at the southern reach of the continent, as the name implied, and so close to the Whitelands, the harvest season for the many farms that dotted the outer regions of the city came far earlier than that of the rest of the continent. As a result, the summer months were always the best for trade in the city. Of the four regions surrounding the city's central palace, the northern region, the public trade district, was especially busy. Normally not too crowded, it was the one time of the year when the entire plaza, a four-block wide paved stone slab, was full of merchants, green grocers, and farmers, all trying to push their wares.<br/><br/>City streets ran parallel to one another on either side of the plaza, each lined with shops. Since the north district was the main entry point of the city for those without special business, the plaza shops mostly consisted of smiths, tanners, felchers, inns, and plenty of places to drink, all hoping to get at least a few coins from an adventurer or the escourt party of a merchant.<br/><br/>The plaza streets weren't quite as busy as the central block, but nonetheless, we're still crowded. Walkable, at least, but well crowded. The smell of fresh produce, bread, and cakes filled the street, named Adventurer's Ally by the local populace, on the count of how tailored the ships were to their needs. At nearly ever corner, women advertised their local business or the brothel they belonged in, many of them a welcome sight for sore eyes, members of a well-respected trade around Wintersedge regions. Outside of each inn, criers announced vacancies, or the best prices on drinks, hoping to catch visitors before they got any further into the city.<br/><br/>It was always an exciting time to visit Wintersedge, and many would argue, the perfect time, and place, to begin one's journey.