The rough rumble on the dirt road had startled the passengers inside, bringing sweaty palms and worried faces among them. The skies were curtained by white clouds with gentle breezes embracing the trees with gentle bristles. "We're only a day out before we reach Faulknorse comrades!" Said a dwarvish man on the shotgun. "Let's get you all stretched up and ready for some fill." The carriage came to a stop at a clearing in the dense forest. The dwarf dismounts from the shot gun quickly and gestured the people to get off the carriage. "There should be a river nearby if ye need some washin'. Lads, y'all must go and hunt us some game b'fore ye gets a turn in washin'. ALL PERVY'S WILL RECEIVE A GOOD WHIPPIN' FROM YE OLD DYLLON!" The men all stood up and gathered their hunting gear ranging from bows, daggers, slings and spears and left to find game. The women who felt the need to wash themselves by the river went and did so. "Ye five d'ere. C'mere. Me gots special taask for ye." Dyllon gestures towards the Six Adventures (you guys).