Hemp sacks filled with oats, corn, and mixed grains are piled neatly beside the wagon. The smell of feed and fresh hay fills the air. Each bag is labeled by weight: one, five, or ten stone and ready for farmers or stable hands tending their beasts.

Wares: Animal feed: oats, grains, and mixed fodder.

Proprietor: Vanesa Martikov, a kindly woman with a warm smile and work-worn hands, oversees the sale of feed while keeping a watchful eye on her daughters. She knows every stable in Saltmarsh and which beasts eat best on which mix. She is a wereraven, along with all her family. A secret she keeps close to her.

Stacks of golden hay rise like miniature hills beside the wagon. The scent of sun-dried grass mingles with the salt air, and a few chickens from Cluck & Shell occasionally wander over to peck at loose strands. Bundles are sold by the bale for stables or bedding.

Wares: Fresh-cut hay and straw.

Proprietor: Managed by two Martikov children (Sparrow & Raven) the Martikov family, the hay comes from their farm just outside Saltmarsh. It’s cut, dried, and carted in weekly, always clean and dry. Sparrow and Raven are wereravens, but keep it a close secret.

A small corral sits behind the wagon, holding a single nut-brown horse munching quietly on oats. A painted sign lists available stock: horses, mules, donkeys, and ponies — inquire within. The animals are well-groomed and calm, clearly handled with care.

Wares: Horses, donkeys, mules, and ponies.

Proprietor: Victor Martikov, patriarch of the Martikov family, tends the horses and handles sales. His dark hair and quiet authority mark him as a man used to command, though his eyes often watch the sky as if listening for distant wings. With his wife Vanesa and their two children, he lives on a farm beyond Saltmarsh, raising fine horses and hardy pack animals. Unknown to most, the Martikovs are wereravens, wanderers from a faraway land. Those who earn their trust find them wise in ancient myths, omens, and secrets best left unspoken.