The words had not even left Mildor's mouth when wooden cracking and a short cry filled the awkward silence that had roamed the caravan for most of their journey. The entire caravan came to a halt. An axis of wheels on the frontal cart had snapped in half. The cart-riders were unharmed, though shaken up. A firm sized glow-stone had caused the old cart to be broken.

Many scouts were sent out in the left and right direction. They returned not shortly after. The report was short, but a bit helpfull. 
The desert of the ungracefull to their right, the huntsman forests of Kob to their left, the caravan on a wider part of the road.

The decision was made to place all carts next to the road on the edge of the forrest. As beasts tend to stay in deeper and bandits tend to assult any cart they would find on the road. (Or so Sargom had been thought.)

After all these things had transpired, he returned to the conversation he was part of before having to hide the cart. 
"Felnor. My name is Felnor." Shakingly he stretched forward his arm. "My sister was among those taken into that mountain and i'm sorry to be crude about this... but you're an elf." He looked down. "So until I get her back.. I'm in need of your natural abilities."