The Caravan

The freed slaves, captives, and what were otherwise thought of as goods were readying the various Troks and wagons to move. Already pack animals were loaded and yokes were harnessed, and they'd be departing any moment now as it seemed no one was readying to stop them. The man, the one who seemed to be taking charge, took turns talking to a number of women who appeared to have a better idea wmof what to do than he did but... Because they were women, people had a preconceived notion of inferiority.

What a world...

The lid to the trunk popped open and inside were a few smalls bags of coin, maybe a full hundred silvers, as well as a parchment with some weird colors on it; it was rolled up like it was important... Next to that was a simple gold ring with a green stone.

"Everyone ready then?" The man at the front of the caravan asked as he helped an older woman up onto a horse that he apparently planned to lead...