[sblock=DM]Sohen listens carefully at the door, but does not open it. Instead, he makes his way out of the keep, jogs down the path, and brings up the cart. Invisible all the while until he comes up the hill.[/sblock]From down the hill, the wheels of the cart can be heard. The man driving the horses is a somewhat plump, nondescript sort, whistling a simple tune. He pauses a moment to awkwardly load the malfunctioning construct into the back of the cart before finishing his ride. Making a deprecating grin, he tips the edge of his hat at the gathered.
Top of the morn, guvs. Sir Cyr, appears Scavenger be a'broked again. Best we haf someone in Brindol look a after 'im. He clambers from the cart and dusts himself off. Ah, must be appologizen. Be callin myself Sascha, guvs. You a'look'n into this hob mess a too?