A few settlements dotted the landscape which was carved into Autumn's forest. There were several manors where large homes shared land with workers who lived in small groups of hut-like houses. People were taken care of for working the land. There were also plenty of independent folk, living on their own spaces of land.
Workers could often buy land from estate owners, especially after spending decades working for an estate. This meant future generations stood to inherit the most from each previous generation's work. There were plenty of land owners and it was currently harvest season. This meant trading was at the annual high.
For one settlement based around travel, it was the busy season. Caravans moved back and forth along the trail that ran down the thoroughfare known as Inn's Row. It was an improved road, cut and filled with cobblestone, that ran through an urban section of the quaint town.
On a hill was a temple for clerics and paladins. In the center of town was a square that the road went around. In the center was a garden surrounding a tavern. Most of the buildings up and down the strip were small inns. This meant guests had plenty of options on where to stay.
Pluvio, a dark elf far from his homeland, sat in the tavern. The night was just starting and the drow leaned back comfortably in his wooden, throne-like chair. He swirled his tankard on the table before taking a swig of the liquor. He glanced around the room to see what other stragglers were in the area.
Workers could often buy land from estate owners, especially after spending decades working for an estate. This meant future generations stood to inherit the most from each previous generation's work. There were plenty of land owners and it was currently harvest season. This meant trading was at the annual high.
For one settlement based around travel, it was the busy season. Caravans moved back and forth along the trail that ran down the thoroughfare known as Inn's Row. It was an improved road, cut and filled with cobblestone, that ran through an urban section of the quaint town.
On a hill was a temple for clerics and paladins. In the center of town was a square that the road went around. In the center was a garden surrounding a tavern. Most of the buildings up and down the strip were small inns. This meant guests had plenty of options on where to stay.
Pluvio, a dark elf far from his homeland, sat in the tavern. The night was just starting and the drow leaned back comfortably in his wooden, throne-like chair. He swirled his tankard on the table before taking a swig of the liquor. He glanced around the room to see what other stragglers were in the area.
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