The caravan begins rolling out before the sun comes out. Rudiot rides out on a borrowed crodlu, his hefty girth filling the saddle. The mekillot wagon rolls easily over the cracked earth. The guards move paranoid, waiting for a chatkcha to come sailing out of the inky night and kill them. As the sun hits the horizon, you see the enemy clearly for the first time. At least two dozen human-sized insectoids seem to be moving lazily several hundred yards away. In front of the caravan, a single inix awaits. On top of it, a veiled howdah sits. A dozen thri-kreen stand around it, almost at attention. The surrounding thri-kreen keep moving with the caravan, but the inix and its bodyguard wait patiently.
Rudiot rides over to Erianna and Darkclaw.
"I think...I think they want to talk..."