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"[i]They'll be at the Eastern Gates of Dhirim. You're lucky, they'll be leaving in under an hour. I'll be there to wish you all good luck.[/i]"

There a horses, pack mules, and multiple carriages with precious cargo divided between the six of them. The caravan guards are obvious, their gambesons are painted with vertical, thick, black and red stripes. They wear helmets that come over with a iron strip to protect their nose, and wear basic chain and leather armor. Most of them have shields with various symbols and patterns on them, but most of them have something to do with the Swadian Gryffin. There are 15 guards total, all of them mounted on horses, bearing swords, shields, and a spear across their back.

There are also six civilian merchants driving the carriages. They all have a crossbow with a few bolts in store on standby. All in all, 21 people operate the carriage, 22 including you. Your donkey will only be able to keep up with the back end of the caravan without getting tired. The caravan master approaches you and Thomas Ivorybane when you arrive.

"Hullo, Master Ivorybane." He says.

"[i]Greetings, Derek.[/i]" Ivorybane politely responds.

"So, you brought an extra hand?"

"[i]Correct.[/i]"

The caravan master turns to face you and extends out his right hand. "Hullo there, sir, I'm Derek. You can call me Captain, or Captain Derek, or just Derek- I don't mind which."
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[hider=Ethelbert]

The Rhodok Sergeant stares at you blankly for a moment. He squints, then his eyes widen and he turns red.
"Oi, sir, please forgive me, my liege. I did not recognize ya." He bows hastily. Then he looks back at the other Sergeant, who shrugs nervously. It's clear they are conflicted about something.

"Uh, uh- uh," The First Sergeant clears his throat.

"Right this way, Lord Ethelbert. I shall take you to the castle. They'll get you rested up there." To the other Sergeant: "Watch the gate."

He turns around and begins to walk off. He peeks over his shoulder, pauses at you, and then continues to walk onwards. He's that far in front of you, and is making sure the common folk are out of your way. The townspeople seem to know the drill of when a noble person enters the town, but most of them give you unsure looks. Like you yourself realized, you don't currently look like it. 
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[hider=Ntaaj]
The young lad jumps. He was sitting on a stool, leaning against the wall, looking defeated before you startled him.

"W-w-w- yes! It's a band-a brigands, sir. There all around sackin' me home town, will you help me? Oh I don't have much but we'll be grateful forever sir, thank you! They're called the White Wolfs, I believe sir, and I don't know where they come from but they told me about, oh, thank you sir- come from the south west of me home village, Rebache, sir. Comin' from Reyvadin Peak, sir. But I fink, sir, I fink they're all over, sir. All over. Lots of 'em. Lots of White Wolfs, sir." 

Then he pauses and goes quiet. 
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