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The sun was only just rising above the humble homes of Scythia Town. At one point in time the town was an important trading center, but in the last 100 years it has fallen to become a modestly wealthy village. The harvest in this area had been especially good this year and so the Gypsy Carravan under Adam Opa set it as their next destination. They had arrived the previous evening and had set up camp outside of the village. Gypsies, despite their welcoming and peaceful nature, were often misunderstood among the more settled peoples and though their trade was more then welcome, the gypsies themselves often were not.

Regardless, they were the talk of the town and despite the early morning, the ancient market place was very busy with preparations of the trade to come. Both domestic stalls and even a few of the gypsy wagons had pulled in and set up shop to sell their goods and Neoma was no exception. Though she had no products to sell, she could still make a bit of money playing her guitar as a street performer. Unlike many of the others who needed preparation, Neoma was able to set up her 'shop' and pick up a few stray coins from the very beginning. She never made much money but it was just enough that she could purchase a few items she wanted.

The morning hours went by quickly and it wasn't long before there was quiet the little crowd gathered in the old market for shopping and trading. Neoma managed to attract some people and she did her best to put on a good smile but it was difficult at times. Every hour or so Neoma would stop and take a break to grab something to drink and check up on the others. Mr. Opa had managed to buy enough stores for the caravan and plenty more to sell and several of the women were paying a trip to the town smith to have several of the kitchen tools fixed as well as order more nails.

Throughout the day Neoma's only discomfort was the fact she was sweating, being an elf she had to keep her head covered covered in a good sized scarf because of all of the horrible stories about elves that the Queen spread as propaganda for her extermination of them. Still the day wasn't all bad and she made a small amount of money, enough to purchase a good meal or two, spare strings for her guitar, and have a little left over to save. However, it was well known that the 17 years of prophesy were close at hand. The gypsies were not overly suspicious people but they did not know what the Queen might do on that day. It was a safety precaution but they wanted to be as far away from any town or village as they could, preferably nestled in some woods or hills far away from any town. They would not be staying but a day in this town as a result.

The prophecy weighed heavily on Neoma, she was a peaceful person but she was all hate when it came to the Queen. A few were not looking forward to the prophecy's as they spoke of war, however Neoma could not wait for them to come true, she didn't think she could stand the 15 or 20 years it would take for the prophesied children to grow up. As a result it was on this day that Neoma was in a particularly high spirit and towards the afternoon she managed to draw quiet a crowd, and their pockets, herself with her playing and a few smiles.