The sleepy little village started to come alive as Brom headed out. The few farmers started to head to their fields or animals. The carpenter had a crew with him and a old wagon full of lumber and shingles heading for the old house. A few of the young boys were with him, sleepily riding in the back of the wagon. 

As Brom approached the water front, he noticed that his rock flinging rat was tailing him again. Behind him a few buildings, far enough that if the boy need to run if the need arose. The boy was about as obvious as a torch on a moonless night, but he was trying.

On the waterfront two small boats were anchored, they were large enough to handle some light to medium cargo or sailors taking leave. One was heading out with three men on an errand so some type, probably fishing. 

On the other side of the river, to the north, sat the tanners house and shop. He, his wife, and a couple children were busy with the start of the day. Two young women and four teenage girls were near the mouth of the river. A teenage boy leaned against the wall of a building watching the girls slacking from some errand he was suppose to be doing. As Brom walked past one of the houses, he heard the sound of a bobbin shuttle and the thump of the beater. A young girl was at a stone grinding wheat and oats to make a course flour. The brew master was doing a similar process but with two heavy stones that were being slid back and forth. 

The shoe maker nodded, to Brom as he passed, he was working on a pair of leather boots, functional but not very ornate. Around some of the houses were small gardens. Root vegetables were grow, peas and beans, squashes of different types. Most of the farms had a couple cows, some sheep or goats. Small grains were being grown oats, barley, and wheat. Another farmer had planted, what looked to be, apple trees near the woods. They were about four feet in height and there was about nine of them. At the sawmill two men used a double bladed push-pull saw to rough cut boards from the logs, an older man was sharpening the teeth of another saw with a file. Up the hill a little way sat two small temples, nothing really more than stone building. One was to the goddess of protection and fertility and the other was to the sea god. Both were young and fairly new to their roles, the priestess was very pregnant and talking with the two midwifes in town.