[i]Jerod[/i]

Jerod hadn't remembered rightly leaving the mess hall, passing out, and stumbling into a pseudo conscious state long enough to fall into a caravan cart and pass out again. He groaned, feeling a hard lump beneath where he was sleeping. Sitting up, and hearing several joints pop, he glanced back to see a full bottle of some booze he had kept from the barracks mess hall. Well, wasn't that just perfect? Stashing the bottle in his bag, he groaned and stood up, or tried to before coming to his sense fully. Not the best place to do that, a rocking, moving cart. It had been quite a few hours, judging from the brightest light coming from the available paths for the light to travel in the cart. Promptly ignoring his previous thought, he opened the back of the cart fully and stood up out the back, hanging on and taking in his surroundings. An impromptu sentry duty, as it were, noting the small bridge and following pass would make a good ambush, if he were a smart bandit. Well, smart enough to be stupid enough to attack this convoy, at any rate. Beyond that, unless someone got his attention, he was silent, hanging off the back and looking around, his gut telling him violence was about to occur, and there wouldn't be much waiting until it happened.