Erthenia

Larte left his horse and headed towards the center of the town. He walked, lost in thought and somewhat dejected, barely noticing the people around him. Lately, this had become his usual state. But it couldn't continue like this, if only because he would soon run out of money and needed to find a way to earn some. He understood this, and that this problem was a good reason to distract himself from his depressing thoughts, which he desperately needed. He just didn't know where to go, although he had a few options in mind, but they were for emergencies. Suddenly, he remembered a caravan from distant lands that had visited their town. Maybe this is for him? Always on the road, a change of scenery that helps to distract, and he wouldn't have to worry about a home.
reading announcements, looking around in the center