The rookies gathered and set out to make their very first trade as Entrants as today, was the sixth day after the Day of the Red Zenith.
The caravan was loud in the way only a group of tired teenagers could be loud.
After six days in the Badlands, the rookies had seen enough monsters, enough close calls, and enough of each other to last a lifetime. But somehow, crammed into the same wooden caravan with wheels that groaned every time they hit a bump, they still had energy to burn.
Some were arguing over who had gotten the best drop. Others were counting their items quietly, trying to look casual about it. A few were asleep against the walls, heads rolling with every jolt of the road.
Master Norman sat near the front, arms folded, watching all of them with the calm expression of a man who had done this a hundred times and was fully prepared to do it a hundred more.
