I'm going to bump you guys along here, b/c you're tying things up. I don't think this course of action is against what you intended.
The group saddles up and heads out towards the road to Braeholl. Torvin rides on the wagon, holding the reins to his two horses. The others ride their own mounts. Juliana is mounted on her orc heavy war horse.
The morning has become overcast. Flocks of dark birds soar overhead, errupting from the trees at various points along the path. The group has barely made the road, when they notice a caravan of sorts to the South of them, away from Braeholl. It is composed of several mounted figures, a wagon, some people on foot, and two strange ogre-like figures carrying heavy loads.