The caravan comes to a stop.
As Mirena slows her wagon, Dunathar sinks stealthily into the shadows.
Devan climbs onto the wagon and moves next to Rowyn.
Rowyn stays alert, paying special attention to the new creatures in the mist. As they get closer, she’s pretty sure that they are more orcish lizard riders. Maybe another eight! They are about a hundred feet behind the first group.
Alan puts his shield on his arm, and stays ready to draw his bastard sword if things get ugly. In the meantime, he smiles, pretty genuinely, at the orcs.
The orcs stop their approach as they see Darien, Etherial and Manzanita arrive at a gallop. Darien quickly assesses the situation as best he can. He tells the mounted riders to “Fall in.” Seems like he wants the others to flank him and form a line. He rides up to the orcs. Rangark turns to Devan and says “You tell them no fight! Control your troops!” Rangark seems to think that the rear guard has a leader, and that it’s Devan.
Hearing this, Darien plays along. “Fall in and protect the captain!” Calling back to Devan, who is now standing on top of the wagon, he says “Sorry cap’n, I had to take a leak. What’s going on? And what do we do now?”
Rangark looks at Darien, then at Devan suspiciously. Speaking to Devan, he spits out, “Why you block road? We travelers! We pass!”
Etherial rides up with Darien, sticking by his side. His hand, on Spirit’s reigns, is trembling in fear.