Dust rose and fell as the parties feet struck the ground. The labour horse walked intently, keeping a steady pace as its reins lead back to the carriage loosely. The carriages driver sat, with his feet up, letting the cold freeze flush over his face. 

Walking beside the tall tawny horse was an orc. Just as tall as the horse and tough looking, tattoed face and ragged chainmail armor, he held a double-edged axe by his side. Sat on the end of the carriage, amongst the barrels, chests and leather sacks, sat a human dressed in a deep blue robe. The mage Bundard presumed, these types of transports usually have one or two.  
Trailing behind was an elf, pale of skin and nimble looking, he held a longbow in his hand - a quiver on his hip and a knife on his belt.The fourth was a dwarf like Bundard, but much older and shorter - he held a warhammer much larger than himself and was enveloped in a long grey cloak, making it hard for Bundard to decide if he was wearing armor or not.

The fifth was...well, they were no where to be seen.

[i]Damn it![/i] This wasnt going to go smoothly if he didnt know where his targets were. Leaving the elemental where it hid, Bundard snuck along the treeline passing the party after a few minutes, thankfully going unnoticed. Stopping at where he last saw the fifth carriage guard, Bundard scanned the area.

Among the trees on the otherside of the road was a human warrior, pissing against an old oak.

Bundard had to do this quick, and get back to the trap he set further up the road. Looking left and right, checking there was no one to spot him, he dashed across the road - pulling his two handaxes from their holsters.