Whilst standing out in the rain, Serin spots a few things. He notes that the terrain bordering the road is quite hilly and probably not suitable for a wagon to travel upon, that is if you wish to continue forth in style. More importantly though, he notices that the rain has just stopped. Though the mists have cleared, the weather remains dismal. Everything is soggy and a chill hangs heavy in the air. One may catch cold if they had to set up camp at this particular time. Jayla, taking a lean back to excuse herself momentarily from the chatter of the group, hears what one would expect for walking through the country side. The sounds of birds chirping has now blessed their course, and she hears the rustling of the wind blowing through the leaves of nearby trees. She also hears the sound of a male voice coming from up ahead, at this same time those of you sitting in the front of the wagon or walking along side spot a man.. obviously a trapper from his garb, and the dead animals slung over his shoulder. "'Lo there!" He continues to approach the coach; from his walk and demeanor, it appears as if he is going to pass on by, unless you care to stop him.
