Rohna spurs Olaf forward, her heavy hammer in hand, with a menacing glare, she leans forward in the saddle.
"I know you not little man. What is this delivery you speak of?" Olaf snorts loudly as if emphasizing his lady's suspicion.
The caravan leader steps back from the soot black goliath's glare. "Well," he stammers, "It's right here." He walks quickly to the third wagon and pulls off the drape, revealing a large steel cage housing a large black griffon.
"My understanding was this beast was scheduled for termination, but was saved by someone of some importance as a favor to you. We were supposed to deliver him in Greywall."
Rohna slides off her saddle in a flash and leaps up on the wagon with the little effort of athleticism for which her people are known.
"This must stop! This majestic beast can not be caged like this!" Rohna roars.
The caravan leader holds up his hands, "But the griffon isn't trained. If we didn't have it caged, it would eat our oxen!"
Rohna's hands grip the cage bars. "Fine coachman. Consider your duty completed. I will take the griffon now. Take it off the wagon." She hops down and faces her companions. "I am staying here with Olaf and the Griffon. It cannot be caged any longer. I will train it now, here in this town. I will meet up with you when I am able."
When the cage is unloaded, the caravan master approaches the adventurers again. "We'll that is settled. We could make even better time now. Do we have a deal? You will accompany us to Greywall as protection?"