Stonebridge Village: Bustling Crossroads of Trade and Coin
Merchants line the streets, their stalls overflowing with goods from distant lands, voices rising over the steady hum of commerce. The clatter of wagon wheels on cobblestone fills the air, weaving between craftsmen, travelers, and those who make their living where coin flows freely. Though not the largest trade center, it remains one of the most prosperous, a place where fortunes can be made—or lost—with a single deal.
With a diverse mix of denizens, its streets are rarely quiet, yet there is an unspoken order beneath the daily bustle. Trade is the lifeblood here, and those who disrupt it find themselves unwelcome. Beyond the market squares and workshops, wealth and influence shift in unseen hands, deals sealed with handshakes or sharpened blades.
He sways while pouring two ales, sloshing most of it onto the counter. "That’s on the house. Mostly because I missed the cup." He hiccups, then laughs. "But you—you look like someone with a story. Or a problem. Hopefully both."
The training post cracked under her swing, splinters flying. She turned to the gawkers, blade resting on one shoulder, sweat gleaming on scarred skin. Her grin was all teeth. "That it? I thought this place had fighters." Silence followed. She stepped forward, slow and deliberate. "Prove me wrong... or stay useless."
Where wealth is built, bartered, or stolen.