Northern Markets
Epsiode 38+ KPQ/ developments in Henesys
HENESYS
Sunday November 19, 2007
6:30 PM
The winter’s first snowfall started in the afternoon and by sunset, almost all of Henesys Township was covered
in a thin blanket of snow.
Bob spent the day working in the barns in the Livestock Zone, an area 7 km north of Henesys. He was helping the other
lowly working noobs with loading the magic powered trucks with crates of smoked pig and mushroom meat.
by now the last truck was loaded. Bob leaned against the side of the wooden truck and looked around. The barn was built out of hard cherry wood. Giant bright crystal lights hung from the ceiling and the sounds of pigs grunting and the hum of the gas powered electric generator. One side of the barn was a massive pig pen holding at least 2000 pigs,
the other was divided into storage rooms. At the end were the bins and troughs holding food scraps and grains
for the pigs.
There was a small office building inside the barn too, right by the huge doors. The guys, dressed in 19th century type farmers/ worker clothes stood inside the office talking to one another.
Then the big guy, about 7 feet tall, huge black beard, wearing a green black plaid shirt and gray trousers came out.
He was nicknamed Bunyan for his sheer size and strength.
“Allright, in to the truck! We’re goin’ into town!” Bunyan bellowed.
The frightened little noobs climbed into the back seats of the cabin of the truck, Bob and Bunyan got in the front.
He fired up the power crystals which started spinning in the bottom, then the engine started.
Bunyan signaled for the other guys to pull the ropes, opening the giant doors. The doors were opened. Bunyan floored the gas and the truck roared as it came out of the barns into the blue twilight of post sunset. The storm had cleared revealing a gap in the clouds where the light from a green sky lighted up the flat plain snow covered fields.
The truck shook as it went over the icy gravel roads that criss crossed the giant fields.
20 minutes later, they were at the back entrance of the grand hall in downtown Henesys. The workers carried the boxes of meat to the kitchen where it would be either stored in a huge fridge run by a hired ice mage or to the kitchen where it would be chopped up and cooked or smoked.
Bob said nothing all afternoon since he had talked to Finkara. He realized the bowmen and their farmers looked down on non bowmen, especially the young noobs. These people ended up working if they stayed in Henesys too long.
