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<blockquote data-quote="Rybaer" data-source="post: 1162975" data-attributes="member: 118">The unmistakable sound of creaking wooden wheels breaks through the morning silence.&nbsp; Jingling of harnesses soon follows and then the first of a group of wagons crests the nearest hill.&nbsp; Traveling the road toward Lothis, this caravan appears to be comprised of about eight wagons, each pulled by four work horses.&nbsp; The wagon drivers all appear to have crossbows within easy reach.&nbsp; Two other men, armed with bows and swords, march just ahead of the lead wagon on foot.&nbsp; The guards and wagon drivers are all men, about an even mix of human and sibbecai.As the caravan becomes aware of your group and the scene of the fight, they slow briefly.&nbsp; The sibbecai driving the lead wagon calls back to the others to &quot;press on!&quot;When the caravan reaches to within about sixty feet, the lead sibbecai calls a halt.&nbsp; He is dressed a bit better than the others and wears an ornate leather jack.&nbsp; His fur has started to gray in spots but he still has the physique of a warrior.The sibbecai calls out.&nbsp; &quot;Hail travelers!&nbsp; A bit of rough business this morning?&nbsp; If I had to wager, I'd say that a group of bandits picked the wrong fight.&quot;&nbsp; He barks a laugh at this.&nbsp; &quot;I don't pity them one bit.&quot;And,&quot; he continues, &quot;if I were to make further guesses, I'd call you adventurers answering the call from the Ebonring Keep.&nbsp; Am I correct?&quot;</blockquote>

[QUOTE="Rybaer, post: 1162975, member: 118"] The unmistakable sound of creaking wooden wheels breaks through the morning silence. Jingling of harnesses soon follows and then the first of a group of wagons crests the nearest hill. Traveling the road toward Lothis, this caravan appears to be comprised of about eight wagons, each pulled by four work horses. The wagon drivers all appear to have crossbows within easy reach. Two other men, armed with bows and swords, march just ahead of the lead wagon on foot. The guards and wagon drivers are all men, about an even mix of human and sibbecai. As the caravan becomes aware of your group and the scene of the fight, they slow briefly. The sibbecai driving the lead wagon calls back to the others to "press on!" When the caravan reaches to within about sixty feet, the lead sibbecai calls a halt. He is dressed a bit better than the others and wears an ornate leather jack. His fur has started to gray in spots but he still has the physique of a warrior. The sibbecai calls out. "Hail travelers! A bit of rough business this morning? If I had to wager, I'd say that a group of bandits picked the wrong fight." He barks a laugh at this. "I don't pity them one bit. "And," he continues, "if I were to make further guesses, I'd call you adventurers answering the call from the Ebonring Keep. Am I correct?" [/QUOTE]

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