The large Nord turned from the fire to face the Argonain woman, standing to greet the merchant, and brought his fist to his chest, a simple salute, but appropriate for one who lead men and mer. His men followed his example, saluting the newcomers, before resting their hands at their sides, ready to draw their weapons if anything should go wrong. Brannus looked over the Argonian who matched his great height, sizing up the many curves and contours of her body, he had to admit, rather stunning, confidence was always attractive. 

"I am Brannus, I take it you are Walks-In-Light? Its a pleasure to finally meet you. Now, if you'll just follow me, my men are waiting with the goods I promised." 

It was a short walk back to the carriage, a far enough way that it would not be noticed or actively pursued by the local authorities. Motioning for the Orc and Redguard to move aside, the warlord pulls the tarp from the cart, revealing piles of pelts, venison, jewels, jewelry, and all manner of pilfered wines,goods, and other necessities. Opposite these more typical goods, was a small pile of bodies, toppled upon one another in various stages of mutilation, decay, and composure. 

"Browse my wares, there's plenty of fresh water, drink, and meat to provide you and your crew with more than enough provisions."