The final stop on their journey around the clans, The Typhoon. It was quite obviously a final stop, being on an island and all, bu it was pretty nice to be able to close up their clan travel-book for a bit. Now, the clans were great and The Typhoon was like a literal tropical resort with nice people that didn't try and rob him! but he was already itching to go and find more stuff to sell, barter, banter, exchange. It was something that kept him moving, making it so that despite wanting to settle down eventually, he didn't know if he'd actually be able to. It was a concern for another day though, today was Typhoon Time.
It was a nice trip over to the island, the sun was up and not trying to bash his head in with a stick, the air was breezin, the waves weren't too much, all pretty good. It was a bit later than he'd normally arrive at a clan but his departure from Tanglewood had been fairly late and tiring, leaving Reed and Goatus to take a longer than usual stop on their way to sleep. Well, Reed slept. Did Goatus sleep? he wasn't quite sure.
He was travelling on the aforementioned's back, yawning into the wool piled around her dense form. She was a good cushion. He was still a bit tired but not really sure why. They were nearly at the border when he finally pulled himself up and hopped onto the wagon trailing behind them, attached pretty well to Goatus the magnificant. He held onto the lashed rope as they came to a stop at the massive gate, making quick work of unwrapping the tarp and unhooking his partner. It was nice to take his time to set up, it wasn't really that difficult considering he pretty much just rolled up the tarp and put the gate down, but it was still a good routine. He'd choose a few interesting and eye-catching items to sit at the front and hopefully generate attention or whatever. It was going to be an alright time.
The messenger bird that he'd sent to see if the tropical clan had wanted anything only came back with two things written down, 'lots of fruit and bread' and 'unreadable scribble', but he figured that he probably had whatever it is that they'd wanted.. hopefully. He'd arrived with a lot of fruit though, continuing to pick whatever he could on his way towards the clan. He didn't have so much bread, it tended to go bad in travel and he really didn't think that these people were interesting in eating hardtack instead. He did have some though, buns and a few loaves that he'd traded for in Tanglewood.
"Hello, Typhooners! It's us, the merchants, back to trade, talk, and tantalize you with services. As before, we deliver messages, people, packages, and take on contracts to look for things. All are welcome to inquire!"
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