The cart and donkey stood untouched. Lawlessness had not yet found Restia, aside for the docks. That would change with the new road.
The thought caused Crixus a pang of regret as they loaded the cart and watered the donkey. He would never experience life in Restia as it had been--as Kharrina had experienced it.
He flipped his sestric to Stamm, who caught it and winked. It would be spent on ale before nightfall. Thinking of Kharrina's wry smile, Crixus led the donkey back into town.
2. The Future
The rest of the afternoon sped by in a b