Ah, the land of Serendipity.
He didn't know what he liked about it best. It wasn't the fact that his biological father lived here and was in charge of a merchant town. It wasn't because it was the most economically prosperous place to be a merchant. It wasn't because the land was so free and open either. There was just something magical about Serendipity. Maybe he got into character too well. Damari was a very open and simple fellow most of the time. However, he was the only one around for what he assumed was leagues around. It was just him and his little caravan with two horses. Other than that, it was just the three of them. His usually tied up tunic was unlaced, allowing the wind to cool him off under the sun. It wasn't unbearably hot but it was still a nice breeze. He lounged on the driver's bench of the wagon, one hand on the reigns, the other was holding onto a beautiful mahogany pipe with a gold band around the rim. He puffed at pipe in a rather bored manner; his subtle green eyes were half lidded as he simply looked out over the rolling land.
Oh yes, he was bored.
He took a small inhale from the pipe before dumping the contents into a small metal bowl attached to the bench. Better safe than sorry he always said. Exhaling the smoke he pulled on the reigns to the side, making the horses pull over toward the side onto the grass, away from the simple dirt road. It was time for lunch! His wagon was mostly empty, he had already sold a lot of his wares, but he had kept what he had wanted to travel with. Mainly his wagon was full of food supplies, pieces of wood, his bed roll, a few pillows, and a few different clothes that he could give away to people along the way. Usually silk garments he could bribe a few guards with, no one really said no to the prized garments.
The horses were uncoupled and he set up a small trough for them, filling it with water before he cleared a spot for his fireplace. Most merchants couldn't understand how he did it, how he could possibly travel on the road alone, doing everything for himself. Truth was, he enjoyed it, and he even got a little annoyed when there was another person trying to help him. He was perfectly capable however of doing this stuff himself, and after having been a bit of an orphan...well, he was used to being on his lonesome, and he didn't mind it. He did like a bit of conversation however, and the horses weren't very good conversationalists.
He set up his fire and got it roaring, though he used a bit of pure alcohol to help get the fire going. It worked very well actually.
With the fire going he fetched his cooking pans and his food, which had been properly preserved to make it last. He threw on a thick piece of pork and sighed as the smell wafted to his nostrils. Oh Gods it was absolutely delicious smelling already, and it had just started. With the pork steak cooking he fetched himself an earthenware jug of ale, as well as a small cup. He didn't want to get drunk, but something to wet his whistle. "How're you doing over there boys?" His tone was rather cheery as he looked to his horses, which were currently lazily grazing. He could trust them, they had been through a lot together, and they knew not to wander very far. They'd stay away from the fire perhaps, but they wouldn't run away or wander too far from his wagon. It was nice to have such loyal creatures.
The man had a long thin fork he was using to poke the steak with as he reclined in the grass by the fire. Ah yeah, this was calming really, and there was nothing finer than relaxing after a pretty nice week of selling his wares. "I should have spent more time talking that nice lass at the tavern..." He sighed regretfully as he thought about it now. She had been a rather comely woman, and he would not have minded getting to know her better. Alas, he had moved on too quickly, wanting to go to the next village and rid himself of the rest of his wares. He'd have to go back there one day soon and see if she was still without a man.
He chuckled impishly to himself before sitting up and flipping his pork steak over, and taking a small sip of his ale. He honestly had no care about the smell wafting anywhere. In his mind he didn't see there being any trouble, he didn't think that there might be anything around to smell it. At least, not anything that would be bold enough to venture near the fire. Sure it was broad daylight and all, a time when most animals weren't very active, but he had known of a few very brave creatures before. He smiled to himself as he watched the cooking steak, inhaling the fragrant aroma. It made his mouth water, and he couldn't wait till he was able to dig into it. You just had to be very careful when cooking it, or else you could get sick...or when one of those worms. Yech. A danger, and delicacy pork was.
The ale wasn't a bad way to wash everything down with though. This was a fine batch. Now was just a time to relax and enjoy the ale and wait for the pork to finish.