Aoife boarded her wagon, departing the large ship and heading down the port. As she exited the busy port, she heard a man calling out to her among the crowd, waving to catch her attention. She smiled, slowing her wagon down as the man approached, and hopped down to stand in front of the gentleman. She stuck out her hand to shake his, smiling.
“I’m just here to observe. I’d love to see what it has to offer, mind showing me around?” She gestured to her wagon; an old, beat up covered wagon pulled by a Clydesdale. The man shook her hand, then hopped onto the seat of the old thing. Aoife climbed back up, taking the reins in her hands. The two strolled down the bustling streets, the stranger pointing out landmarks and popular restaurants, store fronts, residential areas, while Aoife steered down the narrow streets. She was extra careful not the hit pedestrians before stopping in front of a bakery, letting the stranger hop off. They said their goodbyes, and Aoife was on her way to the country side.
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