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Atòr calls to everyone eventually.
"So, let me get this straight. You're telling me that fabric is gonna cost me five heights of rope? Up in Pàtsa this would go for three!"
"Sir, I don't know about the merchants in Pàtsa" The farmer spits "But down here, we have enough rope from the north that fine cotton cloth like this is worth five heights."
The man and the women just finished their loop of the Kegani lands, trading their goods and services to the many towns they visited. Starting at the headwaters of the Hìt river at the town of Bomo, they headed down south to the very town they were arguing in now, then all the way up the coast out of Atòrgàni land to the river town of Athalassã. The man, Dãnga, was hoping this would be his last trip too. The town at the entrance of the river was bustling this time of day. The market area in the shadow of the sun mound to the monastery out east every inhabitant of the town seemed to be out and working.
"Fine, we need some new clothes anyway. Five heights you said?" He started to measure 5 lengths of his own body height as the farmer confirmed. After getting the correct amount of rope, Dãnga pulled out a knife and cut the end. As the couple walks away Dãnga whispers to his companion "This is a cheap town Nentã, we should not have decided to settle down here."
"It'll be fine, they need good carpenters, especially with those weird looking boats. Now come, there are some friends of mine who settled here the last sun of Khenta who agreed to adopt us as their children."
After a couple minutes of walking across the low wooden bridges, Dãnga and Nentã finally made their way to the very farthest house from the mound complex. The first thing noticeable about the house was its building material, made out of stone bricks and a rough mud material made it stand out from the standard mud-brick houses of the region. This is because the founder of the Batharda family is a traveling mason by trade. Normally, families have formed hundreds of years ago and follow the oldest male lineage, but with previously wandering followers of Khenta deciding to live in more sedentary lifestyles, new families were formed when groups of them banded together.
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