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: HP = 44, PP = 36, EP = 36, Status = FineCrowncrop: The hill town that she's in.
Heartland Badaria was a well populated place, perhaps the most well populated on Donevrion. It was understandable, given how rich it was in natural resources, but while it was what outsiders might think of first given they were the most visited areas of the country, they weren't the only ones. A caravan heading East towards the Amazon had taken her as a tag-along for the last couple of weeks, allowing her to get away from the familiar and into the hilly region to the Southeast that fed the heartland's endless hunger for metal and coal. The transition hadn't been as dramatic as one might imagine; the dense pine and oak forests had been left behind some days ago, the verdant forestry and dense undergrowth that had to be cut regularly from the roads turning to thinner forests, grasslands, and more recently to sparse hills and craggy valleys. The architecture of the few villages that they'd passed changed, abandoning the aesthetic for the pragmatic and favoring brick and stone over wood construction.
They had passed a few villages along the way, and those small towns had come and gone without any notable distractions, but now finally, at midday on a warm spring day, the caravan that the young catgirl had joined was finally heading into the first real Badarian town that they had encountered since leaving the Heartland. Crowncrop was a sprawling mining town built on terraces and plateaus carved into five different large hills that formed a circle, at the center of which was a valley with a large stone tower. The squat dwellings and workshops where the people slept and worked were all distinct enough that, despite being all made of the same dull brown bricks, they didn't quite blend together. The uneven terrain demanded it, and the clustered buildings were broken up by small gardens, public wells, small bazaars made up of wicker or wooden stands, fire pits, pens of goats or pigs, chicken coups, and countless other minor necessities and pieces of local flare. Each of the hills were connected by suspension bridges near the top, allowing one to travel between them without leaving the upper class areas that were segregated by walls circling the topmost areas. The main street leading into the central area where the tower kept watch over the surrounding hills was the only straight road in Crowncrop, all others had to wind through the narrow gaps in between the buildings, and the stairwells and ramps that could take one between the terraces sprawling their way up the slopes.
The ten wagons were worked by eleven drivers including the caravan master and protected by fifteen hired guards, some of whom Aki had been able to gain a degree of camaraderie with if she'd elected to be social for the two weeks she'd spent traveling with them from her home village. Whether or not she actually wanted to continue with them, the town guard required that they stick together until they could be processed at the town center; they wanted to keep track of any visiting strangers. The center of Crowncrop was a circle of flattened surrounded by an outward-sloped stone wall that rose about thirty feet up, at the center of which was the massive, cannon-equipped watchtower. There were guards everywhere in dull brown and grey uniforms, but they didn't seem particularly alert or terribly concerned with the caravan even when they did spot Aki with her feline features among them.
The caravan master dismounted once he arrived, and spoke briefly with one of the guards - a dark haired woman with a bright red cap and numerous decorations on her uniform - while several other guards approached with boards supporting sheets of lined paper. One of them - a tall, burly man with a wide mustache curled into accentuated points - approached Aki, and without even really glancing at her began to scribble on the board with a pencil. He wrote out a few lines before glancing up at her and demanding in an impatient, gruff voice; "Name, place of origin, occupation and purpose here in Crowncrop?"