The Villagers of The Highlands were greeted with clear skies and a peaceful day. Apparently the prior days invasion of outlaws was enough to have everyone sleep in causing daily activity to run behind.
During the day the Tavern had comings and goings of not only the regulars but a few travelers through The Highlands in route to Tabor proper or outlying villages throughout the cluster.
Late into the evening a trader from the north wandered in with his slave boy, being served paga in the tavern and of course Highlands hospitality. We did have a rather strange and perplexed kajira in route to seek out rubies of the finest grade for her Mistress.