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Soup shouldered the last of his great tureens onto the waiting wagon, Even the rough treatment of the old pots hadn't come close to dislodging some of the years of cooked in grime.
It was a sad day for those at the trading post, but one that had been inevitable since the city had taken to the air. The city had provided almost all their trade in one form or another, since the dramatic days when it had flown the trading post had served only refugees, adventurers and the few caravans that risked the wild roads toward Aquor. These days the refugees and what tiny amounts of coin they could bring had dried up so to had many of the Aquor caravans, the Aurilites had seen to that.
That left the scant trade that headed north to the dwarven holds, them and the ever increasing number of bandits that plagued the lawless stretches of land near by. It wouldn't be long before they'd manage to outwit or overcome their limited sentinel guard and take the post.
No, better that Exicorp cut their losses now and pulled out rather than risk a massacre or total loss later.
Soup made his way to the fence, looking out over post proper and the multitude of traders working hard to pack what they could for the limited space and time available. A lot of the camp would be left behind, but ExiCorp had promised good facilities at their new location in Mirakus.
It was nearing evening by the time the wagons were ready to roll out of the trading post, some traders still argued for more space on the already overloaded wagons while others just sat and stared at the weeks or months worth of profit that they were being forced to leave behind. One or two foolish idiots had decided to stay, adamant that they could maintain the post as a viable option. A short argument had broken out between two sentinels over whether or not to put the torch to the trading posts larger structures to ensure no one else could claim the land.
The arrival of Blackwood scouts had put and end to all the arguments, the news of a large group of bandits sighted nearby was enough to snap most people to work, within half an hour the first wagon trundled out of the now dishevelled trading post, the few who'd remained behind watched defiantly till the last of the wagons were out of sight.
Soup reckoned it was less than an hour before the first lines of smoke began to climb into the air above the old post, he'd not shed a tear for the choices made by those who stayed, but he said a prayer and hoped their spirits would find peace.
It was a sad day for those at the trading post, but one that had been inevitable since the city had taken to the air. The city had provided almost all their trade in one form or another, since the dramatic days when it had flown the trading post had served only refugees, adventurers and the few caravans that risked the wild roads toward Aquor. These days the refugees and what tiny amounts of coin they could bring had dried up so to had many of the Aquor caravans, the Aurilites had seen to that.
That left the scant trade that headed north to the dwarven holds, them and the ever increasing number of bandits that plagued the lawless stretches of land near by. It wouldn't be long before they'd manage to outwit or overcome their limited sentinel guard and take the post.
No, better that Exicorp cut their losses now and pulled out rather than risk a massacre or total loss later.
Soup made his way to the fence, looking out over post proper and the multitude of traders working hard to pack what they could for the limited space and time available. A lot of the camp would be left behind, but ExiCorp had promised good facilities at their new location in Mirakus.
It was nearing evening by the time the wagons were ready to roll out of the trading post, some traders still argued for more space on the already overloaded wagons while others just sat and stared at the weeks or months worth of profit that they were being forced to leave behind. One or two foolish idiots had decided to stay, adamant that they could maintain the post as a viable option. A short argument had broken out between two sentinels over whether or not to put the torch to the trading posts larger structures to ensure no one else could claim the land.
The arrival of Blackwood scouts had put and end to all the arguments, the news of a large group of bandits sighted nearby was enough to snap most people to work, within half an hour the first wagon trundled out of the now dishevelled trading post, the few who'd remained behind watched defiantly till the last of the wagons were out of sight.
Soup reckoned it was less than an hour before the first lines of smoke began to climb into the air above the old post, he'd not shed a tear for the choices made by those who stayed, but he said a prayer and hoped their spirits would find peace.