The caravan continues down the trade road for another few hours, the clanks of horseshoes against stone and the grinding of wagon wheels the only chatter coming form the other passengers after witnessing the melee with the goblins. Sten, especially, seems nervous. But the mood lightens as more traffic becomes apparent on the road; most of this are local Cyran farmers wheeling their produce to and from New Cyre; the refuge cannot be that far away...
Talik: About 200ft up the road, you see some brush in a patch of woodland along the right (west) side of the road move. Two figures, one small, the other larger, appear to be hiding.