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Message: <blockquote data-quote="Tilmamir" data-source="post: 2408610" data-attributes="member: 31628">The wagons start moving the second that Wrinkle seats himself on the back of the middle wagon.Each wagon is tarped, with little room to spare.  In the first wagon, Inwe sits on a medium size box, with Cildar eventually  playing with one of the strings of the tarp.  Airith, gear at his feat, sits cross-legged on the only spot on the wagon floor not otherwise occupied with boxes.  On the driving bench is a tall lean man, probably about thirty years old.  His hands hold the reigns of the horses comfortably, but you notice that both arms are covered to the elbows with red scar patches. After reaching the main road, he looks back and nods at the two sitting there. "Earle's the name. Guess y'all will be riding with us to Malta. Should be there in … Three weeks, if I guess right."He faces forward again and continues to drive.On the second wagon, Relsyn and Wrinkle ride at the back of the wagon next to the cooking supplies. Wrinkle whistles a tune or two while watching the people of Antioch begin to come out of their houses and join the hustle of life in the city. Relsyn sits back and closes his eyes in meditation or prayer. The driver introduced himself just after turning out of the square heading North towards the main road. Zane is a medium sized human, with wiry arms and legs. He is quite smartly dressed in brown cotton trousers, a handsomely cut leather vest, and heavy wool overcoat and mittens.On the seat on the last wagon sits the man who invited you along. He is older, perhaps in his fifties. He is wearing a wide brimmed pressed felt hat that has seen a day or two too many. His eyes are black, and he squints as he drives his wagon along the road behind you. Every so often, he looks as though he is about to talk to Relsyn or Wrinkle, but he stops before saying anything. As the party passes out of town and into the plain beyond the city, he introduces himself as Sheldon Havenhill.By the time the sun rises half way to its peak in the sky, the party has made its way over the bridge and on to the road heading East. The party has begun its journey.THUS ENDS THE PROLOGUE OF Spheres of influence: Rhiannon: in Jepardy.CHAPTER ONE - a ride in the wilderness (or) A trek to Malta</blockquote>

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