Between The Cliffs

The heavy wheels of the caravan wagon creaked as they rolled over the roads leaving Oakheart.

The caravan itself was an impressive sight, stretching long and wide, a near-monumental column of wagons piled high with cargo. 

Each wagon in the caravan was sturdily built, reinforced with steel bands and wood enchanted with light runes to strengthen them for long journeys. The wagons were piled with crates and barrels filled with monster corpses, parts, and magical materials gathered from the recent waves. 

The massive bodies of trolls, goblins, and various other creatures were tied down under thick tarps. The faint scent of decay was masked by the magic crystals attached to each cart, keeping the corpses fresh for sale at their destination.

The caravan wagon move as a dozen more rolled steadily along the road, each drawn by strong draft horses.