Cael nudges his horse a bit to the side to allow a full view of the wagons. He says nothing and remains in the same position he has maintained since leaving Mitrik: his bow ready in his left hand, the reigns loose on the horse's neck and his right hand resting on his thigh, inches away from the quiver of arrows on his hip.
Caelianodal is a rather plain looking elf in studded leather armor. A composite shortbow is never far from his hand. Just call me 'Cael' he says, everyone does.