Llyr grinned at that, then nodded. "I'll remember, sir."
And that made the older gentleman just smile--a good-natured smile. "Right then! Off you go, and make sure you haggle that quartermaster good. He owes me for a bet or two made at cards, and I'm not likely to see it paid anyhow. May's well make sure he gets a bad deal in somethin' more'n cards."
Llyr found herself laughing a little at his words, and even though she turned to go, she glanced back toward him for a moment, watching as he set about dealing with the cloth and his daughter and the little day-to-day affairs of being a traveling merchant.
And in that moment, ...she knew she was home.
The rest of the day passed far too quickly, and before she knew it, she was laden down with two more men for their caravan of supplies back to Refuge Point--two donkeys carrying coops of chickens, four more horses, two of which were laden with hay and fodder, feed, and horse shoes. The other two were war-horses laden down with barding and the other little items she'd collected during her foray with the quartermaster and Old Man Tompkins as well as few of the other merchants about the camp.
Her favored possessions, though--the ones she had come for especially, she carried back with her in her own horse's saddlebags. There was a meerschaum pipe all carefully stored in a driftwood case that bore carvings of mermaids and ships and fish of the sea, as well as a pouch that was full of little tins of leaf meant to be smoked with it--including a special one that held something called "Cheery Blossom Leaf" from Pandaria. The rest were highland blends. There was also a small, sea-green, silk kerchief for Thaelan on which were embroidered fabulously-colored butterflies, and a strange, red and black, metalic cloak-pin in the shape of a wolf's head for Alezander. She'd also picked up several crossbow bolts for Meyer, a small flask of fey-wine for Sylbor (which had cost her more than she would have liked,) and a carved, wooden walking staff for Carres--since she'd noticed he didn't have one. The carvings were only artful decoration, but Llyr had liked them and thought he might, too. And last, but certainly not least, there was a small, wooden box for Lord Kingsmith within which were seeds from the Cenarion efforts in the Plaguelands--so that he'd always have a little piece of home to take with him. And ...maybe one day, plant.
And so, so burdened, the six of them headed off back toward the camp in the cove--the sky alight with fire as the sun began to set in the west.
((Written while listening to: Home from the Hills -- from the soundratck to Rob Roy))