Fire!
Aodhán's summoned rain quenches the fledgling fire on the second wagon before it really gets started. With Keeland's help the others manage to get the initial fire put out, but while that wagon is still intact it is no longer usable.
As the group stops to catch their breath, gazing around at the ashes swirling on the light mountain breeze, the camel driver (OOC: The middle aged man helped by Houwlou) begins moaning softly and murmuring about someone named Rombard, who is apparently missing.
The beautiful woman takes a deep breath of the charred air as a look of resolve settles on her proud features. She turns to the group of newly arrived mercenaries.
"I am Almah. I take it you are the mercenaries promised by Commander Tadhg? I thank you for your timely assistance. If you will accompany me to my tent we'll take care of our preliminary business."
Turning to a tall, lantern jawed man with salt and pepper hair she continues, "Garavel, please get the camp cleaned up and start an investigation into this fire. I want whoever's responsible . . . they owe me for the wagon and the loss of my astrologer."
With that she turns and strides toward the tent from which she originally emerged, clearly expecting the party to follow.
