Time passed, and the world went on, and time in Alterra was no different. The town was bustling as always, people lived their own lives, the flow of people was lively, and there was a consistent number of entries flowing in.
Those going out were hunters, to return with a lot of game, some wealth, and some new experience. There was always 'new blood' coming in, whether they were mercenaries, merchants, or spies.
One group was comprised of all three.
This was from the Bleulle party, mostly comprised of caravans, but also other groups.
These people were from a City and they generally looked down on towns. Whenever they entered a town, they would have their noses up, expecting the best treatment.
