The party gradually makes its way across Initia. Initia, of course, is one of the biggest cities in Generia, and it takes a fair bit of time to get to where Milly has parked her wagon.
Initia, of course, has several terminals where wagons are parked for adventurers, merchants and other assorted travellers. The Northern Initia Terminal, where Milly's wagon was parked, is a giant stone building, built in the same style as the Initia Palace; it was one of the first buildings built in the new city plans for Initia, built the same time as the palace, used to take in travelers from the north of Begnin, whether heading in on the large Crosswind Road winding westwards throughout the countryside of Initia, passing through the towns of Exsten and Chilcenne, with intersections linking other settlements such as Morcia, Govitz and Vitterine through minor roads, before crossing into the city of Primero in the north and then subsequently eastwards towards the Bastapa Gate linking the Crosswind Road to the Fireheart Road, the major road connecting settlements in Bastapa.
The Northern Terminal is a bustling hall divided into two halves, one half being the entrance hall and the other being the wagon terminal. The entrance hall contains stalls of all sorts; stalls buying passage to various areas in Begnin, stalls hawking monster parts of variable authenticity, various street vendors selling heated peanuts, grilled meats on sticks and other foods for a quick bite, and other merchants selling assorted knick-knacks, souvenirs and delicacies. The northern half is filled with the sounds of horses and pegasi neighing and wheels turning, wagons pulling in and out. As you walk past, an irritated Revivian curses in what the Revivians recognise as Japanese at another adventurer for dropping what appears to be a box full of posters of some random fictional girl, Milly leading the way to her wagon.
"W-we're here!"The wagon Milly has stopped at is.....far greater and better looking than someone of her apparent income should have. The wagon resembles more a metal box, strips of metal formed into a box and riveted in, the back entrance made of strong oak and the wheels reinforced with metal. The horses at the front -what an equestrian-inclined Revivian might recognise as a Shire horse, what a Generian recognises as a Bastapan Farrier breed- are eating out of a trough of hay, and several metal-rimmed windows peer into the wagon, opaque from the outside.
"I-it's bigger on the inside, b-before you ask. I-I sprung for a Size Expansion Charm; I-I was planning to start a business turning this into a m-mobile shop before the Annas cleaned me out of business. I think we should all fit in here; there's some camping supplies and we should have enough space in here, but i-it'll be a little cozy."