The morning sun is lighting an overcast sky as the caravan assembles just outside the city wall. The breath of horses and guards puffs out in the morning chill as a light cold mist helps to set the dreariness of the day.
Your character is just arriving in a marshaling area and is asked for proof of your travel or 2 gold pieces. Most of you pay, but a few show documents to guards including a figure wearing a thick woolen cape that he clutches tightly about himself.
“MOUNT ABOARD!” Yells one of the guards signaling you to climb aboard the wagons. You look back at Safeton’s city walls and spit, “Good riddance to you” you mutter under your breath, kicking the mud from your boots as you climb on board an open topped wagon, pushing you pack beneath the seat and sitting heavily on the worn wooden seat.
The wagon is boarded first by an attractive female elf (Allison) wearing rugged adventuring gear who sits and opens a book.
Next on board is a a middle aged human (Jon) dressed in a combination of scholarly robes and rugged gear, he sits near the elf and looks her up and down
Two Dwarves climb aboard the first almost regal for a dwarf, in clean looking metal armor (JP) and carrying an axe and shield. The second dwarf is slightly shorter but with a chest even more barrel-like than the first with an even more impressive but wild beard, wearing a breastplate of metal over leather armor and carrying a bow.
“HAH,” exclaims the first “A dwarf with a bow? what manner of elf kisser are you?” The second dwarf makes a hand gesture that you know to be an obscene insult of “piss on you family”. Several tense seconds roll by and both dwarves heads roll back as laughter bellows from each and they clasp hands
A Halfling (Jay) tries to climb on board but is bumped by the large man in the woolen cloak (Rob) you saw earlier. The Halfling looks angry for a second then smiles and climbs aboard.
A large man wearing leather and animal skins (Billy) leaps on board followed by a green robed probable druid (Zach) The animal skinned man takes to the seat with the anticipation of a dog to its dinner as the druid slinks to his side face palming at the prospect of sitting across from this barbarian.
Lastly a gruff looking holy man (Terry) and a leather clad man twirling a lute (William) climb on board.
You glance around at the motley collection of fellow travelers, then to the caravan that is assembling around you. Some of the caravan guards are Safeton militia, identified by their blue and white tunics. There are clearly a handful of mercenaries gruff and well armed.
One guard shouts “CASSIOUS? IS CASSIOUS ABOARD?” The Halfling you saw pushed down by the man in the cape yells back at the guard SSUSH, Master Cassious does not need your shouts at this hour of the day." The guard makes a note in a ledger and you think to yourself, that is odd, they did not look like they were together when they came.
You then notice and are disturbed by several of Safeton’s brutal elite guard, the Wasps, who have a large black and yellow striped patch on the chest of their blue and white tunics. They are walking and talking with two woman who are dressed in fine robes. As they draw near you see that the women are beautiful and of Elven lineage…and they are twins.
The women clasp hands and nod at each other, then one spin on her heels and returns toward the city with 2 of her Wasp guards, the other moves forward to one of the nicer covered wagons also escorted by 2 Wasp guards. There is a murmur in your wagon and you hear the name “Markessa” Markessa (twin?)
There are about a dozen wagons in the caravan. Several covered nice wagons up front no doubt containing nobles or other haughty passengers, to the middle there are some cargo wagons, overloaded with trade goods and belongings, and pulling up the rear open topped carts, jammed with passengers and their gear.
Eventually the horse guards yell a cry to get ready to leave, in a few minutes the wheels creak and pull from the mud, the caravan stretches out and begins to head North along the coast road