[11 am]

"Eric the Black." Ulfgar responds to Tyro.

The human bandit continues to ride easy in the saddle towards the group. Stopping 15 feet away from the first wagon he nods. "Ulfgar."

Ulfgar nods, "Eric, how are things."

"Good enough. Have you heard about Bloodmain and the Broken Crown?"

Ulfgar reaches behind him and opens a chest. Pulling out a sack of coins he closes the chest and throws the sack to Eric the Black. "What have you heard?"

Eric catches the sack and hefts it in his hand feeling the weight. "Kagola the half ogre leads Tribe Bloodmain. She leads a dozen hobgoblins and orcs and a handfull of bugbears and Ogres. They've been tearing up the farms between Safeton and Narwell. They are running out of farms so might start to look North for more targets. Meanwhile Silverwolf has gathered some scum and calls themselves Riders of the Broken Crown. I figure he thinks he's some bastard king or something. Anyway he's been attacking every fourth caravan or so. He has a mage and a cleric with him so you'll want to keep an extra eye out for trouble."

Ulfgar nods, "Thanks."

Eric nods and pulls his horse around. Riding back to his men they 12 men disappear back into the Gnarley Forest.

Ulfgar shrugs, "Ready to ride." Slapping leather to the heavy horses the caravan moves on.


[2 pm]
Three hours pass before they see anyone on the road. Tyro and the others watch five men fishing from a boat in the river about 400 feet away. The men wave then continue to pull in their fishing nets.


[end of the day - 4 pm]

As the caravan wraps up the last 8 hours of travel Kain and Talon find a good spot for the caravan to set up for the night. All 6 wagons manage to set up forming a circle for protection. The dwarves begin dinner once they place the chalk blocks under the wheels and the others begin to groom the horses or set up camp.

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