[b][center][color=#17c311][h3][i]Cyneburg[/i][/h3][/color]
[color=#17c311]Location:[/color] The Road North of Salarn
[color=#17c311]Interacting with:[/color] Keystone, Kyra[/center][/b]

Well this was quite the interesting situation. Apparently Cremwise, the merchant who owned the caravan had dry wood, but nobody else in the guard had known about it. Whatever was going on with this caravan certainly wasn't the normal sort. In fact, aside from the unusually high concentration of half-orcs and strangers in what's supposed to be a near-warzone, the oddest things about the situation seemed to all stem around this caravan. 

Keystone/Kyra/Cremwise didn't seem to be in that big of a hurry (except to get away from danger as quickly as possible for Keystone), so why not take a safer route around the hostile orc-infested lands. She didn't have much knowledge about the political boundaries of this place, but she was fairly sure that they didn't control enough land to make taking a detour an infeasible idea. And why hire such a small group of people to guard it in the first place? There were a few more people her first night eating with this party, but they all left soon afterwards. She reaaaaaally wanted to ask some of the questions on her mind, but ultimately, this wasn't any of her business, and things in this situation seemed tense as it was. So she would be a good little druid and stay sitting, with her mouth shut, just like Dad always taught her.