The cart trundled down the path. As they got closer to the town, the forest gave way to fields where corn grew tall and swayed in the wind. Unfortunately, the closer they got to the town, the more the smell grew too.

The driver crinkled his nose as the stench rushed over the cart. The horse coughed but she also had allergies so who knows if it was the corn or the smell.

Horse and cart and driver were on their way to the monthly market, cart piled high with belts of all different types. The driver was dressed in the customary green tunic of clothing merchants.

Bath was the driver’s least favorite stop each month. Only because you had to get there early to get a good market spot which meant overlapping with the end of the Bathing period. And that, was stinky.