The newcomer gave a rueful smile as she trudged inside the dome, looking at Ivan and the horse. "Call me Regina."

"I can't say I have met many a highwayman on this road, probably because most people don't use this road... and if you've heard anything about the forests of this land, it would be for good reason."

She looked down at the lower portions of her cloak, stained a deep brown that became more obvious as she stepped over marginally less deep mud. "Mess again..." She looked at the group. "I know it's hard to see in the fog, but I do live around here." She pointed towards the foggy clearing. "Yes, there's the fog, but my house is down there."

The caravan master scowled darkly, muttering under his breath. "...'itch..."