[center][color=FF66CC]"If we disguise him as one of our own and have him ride in one of the wagons with Marcel as a bodyguard, it’s bound to look much less conspicuous. It may seem like an extreme precaution, I am sure, but nothing is more important than the safety of our client when there are traces of bandit activity about.”[/color][/center]

Djonn glanced to his side and met [color=FF66CC]Adele's[/color] gaze, a sly smile pursing his lips. Her plan wasn't a bad one, but that wasn't why he was smiling. It was the kind of thing he would have expected of Lydia when they were younger. "You know Sir, my subordinate raises an excellent point. Assassination attempts be damned, the trap from earlier puts the chances of there being bandits or other ne'er do wells in the area almost an assurance. They'll be gunning for your horseless carriage above all else if they're looking for wealth, I know I would. But some random guardsman on a supply wagon? They'll largely ignore you. Marcel will remain at your side with that mighty shield of his to ensure your safety of course. However we'll have to do something to make you look the part of the watchman. A surcoat will be provided by a guardsman who more closely matches your figure, as for weaponry?" Sliding the bow and quiver from his back, he holds the weapon and quiver out to Hemming to grab. "These should do nicely, now I trust that a well to do man such as yourself has hunted with a bow before, but that may just be my aristocratic side assuming things. If not just keep an arrow in one hand and hold the bow with the other. You don't have to know how to nock or loose an arrow; you just have to look like you do."

"As for the rest of you," he said gesturing with his free arm to the guardsmen within earshot. "Those with ranged weapons I want  posted on every other wagon providing overwatch with a melee fighter posted alongside you for close defense. The others will maintain a standard skirmish perimeter around the caravan." a chorus of [i]aye sirs[/i] followed his order. Thinking back to [color=FF66CC]Adele[/color] he rummaged into his pack and drew Lydia's totem. Holding it carefully in his hand he looked at his reflection in the smooth brass for a moment, then handed the mask to her. "I won't exactly have time to be playing lookout, so for the time being take this. Just press it to your face and squint your eyes, it will amplify your vision like a spyglass. I want you and [color=FF3333]Rook[/color] to watch over Hemming's carriage. Now, if there are no objections I would very much like to get off the road for the night and I'm sure Master Hemming agrees with me."