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Message: <blockquote data-quote="Thanee" data-source="post: 1177052" data-attributes="member: 478">The caravan has taken cover from the harsh weather in a stable-like building, where they are currently tending the horses and obviously talking about how to proceed now. They all look pretty desperate and do their work quite uninspired, when you arrive one after the other. The merchants are wearing simple and practical brown or grey winter clothing, the dwarf and half-elf both wearing leather and seemingly being the only ones armed there as well, with waraxe and scimitar respectively. Some backpacks and other containers are lying around and on a heap at one side you notice a worn chainmail and a large wooden shield as well as a smaller handaxe beneath another backpack.One of the humans turns towards you and his face brightens up a bit, as he tries to cover his current feelings with a wary smile.“Welcome, strangers. My name is Zacharias Flynn, I'm the master of this caravan here. I guess you heard about our incident in the mountains and hope you come to apply for a job?”While he looks around between you waiting for an answer, the other merchants and the two remaining guards also look up now and muster you with a strange mix of hope and suspicion in their eyes.</blockquote>