Berash loaded the last of his father's crops, preserves, and pies into their wagon and wiped the sweat-tangled hair from his brow, standing back with a pleased sigh at the sight of a job well done. Sharing a smile with his two younger brothers, Ardin, 15, and Cale, 12, he went to go get their father so they could head to the town square. While Berash spent far more time hunting game for his family and the town, he always helped out during the harvest times and made sure he was available for his family. Even though he didn't want to farm, they had raised him and he felt like he owed it to them. With his age, his father wasn't getting along as well as he had before, and the help was more useful now than ever.<br/><br/>"It's all packed up. Let's go, dad," finishing with a gesture toward the town. Berash was a bit impatient to see all the hubbub going on, and he was looking forward to seeing the rare sights of the Festival that drew merchants out to Fourway.<br/><br/><br/><hr/><br/><br/>Taking the left side while his brothers took the right, Berash pulled the wagon into a spot on the ring surrounding the center square of town. Sometimes they had to fight for room, but this year there seemed to be fewer merchants taking up space. Easing the wood down gently with his brothers, he dragged the rest of the way into position, presenting their humble offerings. Clapping an arm around Cale's shoulder, he looked at it with a bright smile. They made quite the threesome, the brothers; between them they made a good job of selling what their family grew and cooked (owing their mother no small gratitude), playing up their own strengths and reputations.<br/><br/>Readily perusing the fray, Berash glimpsed some of the hides he had sold to the leatherworkers in town and grinned proudly at his work, though the expression was fairly modest. The hunter wasn't one to brag, but he couldn't help but feel good about the fruits of his labors.<br/><br/>Rubbing his hands together to clear off some dust, the tall, handsome but rugged man set about to getting some customers, looking simple in his almost-all brown attire made from his mother's hands, yet relaxed and confident in his manner and bright in his speech.