SKYE'S POV
The autumn trade summit reached its peak during the second week of October, transforming Nighthaven from a quiet mountain sanctuary into a bustling, vibrant crossroads of the northern territories.
Every corner of the fortress and the lower valley overflowed with life. Colorful silk pavilions and heavy canvas merchant tents stretched across the southern meadows like fields of wildflowers, while the air above the central courtyard hummed with a constant, energetic chatter of different dialects, booming laughter, and the rhythmic clinking of trade scales. Merchants from the southern plains, wool-traders from the eastern hills, and independent miners from the western ridges rubbed shoulders in the bustling markets, exchanging everything from iron tools and dried spices to hand-wov
