The cart trundling down the country road toward Maela was nothing extraordinary. Its construction was simple and sturdy, with high sloped sides and a number of iron brackets on the outside clearly meant to hold a craftsman's tools.
Right now, those brackets held a number of draw knives, a froe, thin iron bar-stock, hammers, wedges, and tongs. A cooper's work cart, and one Maela would have expected to find loaded inside with timber from a sawmill or barrels and casks bound for their customer, though it wasn't quite the season to be delivering casks to any of the vineyards in the hills.
But rather than materials or products of his trade, Maela found the cart filled to bursting with common household goods. A well-carved wooden chair that looked to have spent years beside a hearth, a stout iron pot, blankets wrapped around more fragile things, and sacks that bulged like overstuffed pillows filled with tunics and trousers.
