To quell the tempest softly
Far from it, really.
The little agrarian world, with its lack of technology, did not suffer some of the banes to be found on more modern city-plants. Its landscape was largely unspoiled, and its people, though often looked down upon as backwards and uneducated, were hardworking, honest, and straightforward.
Some of them were discontent.
At least, that was the shape that the rumors had taken. King Cholmondeley's reign had been in decline, his greed advancing in lockstep with his failing health. It had never been a perfect system, but now the average citizens were feeling the abandoned by their crown.
"Stop. Here is fine."
The horse-drawn cart came to a slow halt. Perched in the back with the vegetables, Cora caught a rolling pumpkin before it could fall to the ground. During the bumpy ride, some of their wares had become loose.
The man driving the cart hopped from his seat before offering Cora his hand, helping her to her feet. She took a moment to smooth down the well-worn fabric of her skirt, then adjusted the ragged ribbon that secured her bonnet.
"You sure you don't want me to wait with you?" The man, middle-aged with a weathered face from years of working beneath the sun, asked her.
Cora waved him off. "You've done more than enough already, Cyrus. Thank you for letting us borrow your cart."
Cyrus snorted as he stroked his beard. "Well, thank you for paying me double what I could usually fetch for 'em."
Jedi Master Mynn had agreed to meet at the edge of a forested path that would take them to the village of Helias. He was said to bee a skilled tracker, one who'd agreed to help her try and uncover a little more of the local discontent before it could bubble over into something deadly. To do that, they needed to go undercover as the commonfolk - peasants.
Kellen Mynn
