OOC:
Time - 3pm
Situation - Caravan has traveled 7 hours. Spot another Caravan.

BIP:
After a long 7 hours on the road to the South Ulfgar signals a halt and yells back for Tyro. Tyro! Come up to the front.

When Tyro gets to the front Ulfgar points down the road about 500 yards away in a large meadow with a small creak that feeds into the river. A large caravan composed of 6 wagons and about 2 dozen men. The wagons are all black with a gold coin on the sides. "Thats the caravan of Vandorin Burglecut the halfling. Most halflings are ok types as long as you watch your purse. Vandorin however is a greedy, vicious, backstabbing halfling who would kill his own mother to avoid trouble."

Ulfgar spits on the other side of the road and then looks back. "This is a nice spot to camp and I was hoping we'd get it. Its large enough for the both of or caravan's but there could be trouble with the other caravan. They don't hire the nicest guards and they often drink to excess. If we keep on going we won't get to another good camp site for three more hours. We can push the horses an extra 2 hours but that means we'll be setting up camp in the dark which I don't like to do. What's your opnion on it? Do you want to ride or rest here."

OOC: These are the races of the men at the camp.
~6 orcs, 16 humans and 3 halflings