It took a moment for Galawayn to regain his composure. He decided not to humor the hasty tiefling's... whatever it is she wanted now. "Alright, scouting ahead, some people in front, and some people in the back. let's hunt ourselves some bandits!

With a grim chuckle, Jakar fell into line.

"If there be any, they'll rue the day they decided to attack this caravan!"

"That's the spirit! Now, off ye go." Dyllon drags the man back onto the carriage and bound his hands and legs behind him.

Jethro nodded as they were dismissed. Turning to the rest of the group he spoke up. "Alright, I'm only going to go about twenty or so yards ahead, but if I see anything suspicious I'll signal like this." He makes a trilling whistle of a bird native to his province. "No birds around these parts should sound like that. Hopefully there are no mockingjays about." He considered jokingly before heading off into a trot. Once ahead a bit on the trail he dives into the bush. (stealth 14*) Keeping an ear and eye out he scans the forest and the trail ahead. (perception 17*)

[*=roll before mod and bonus]

Zayga watched as everyone got into position. She decided that she would fit best in the front lines. To make sure no one got to their mage.. (if anything did attack them). *She starts to walk ahead, looking back every now and then to make sure she wasn't to far ahead of everyone* (Wisdom 15*). (Perception 20*)

Arthur had up to that point remained silent, watching the others with an amused expression.
Without saying anything he walked in the front of the larger group, keeping an ear out both for possible foes or the bird sound of the scout. (14 on the roll without modifiers.)

Jakar fell into a steady pace at the rear. He knew that in all likelihood there was nothing to fear, but seeing his companions preparing for trouble brought a sudden surge of memories back, along with just a little bit of that macabre anticipation he used to feel in those tranquil moments before an offensive. He quietly readied his bow, his eyes scanning for even the slightest flickers of unnatural movement, ears pricked for any hint of concealed footfalls

(Perception: 16+2+1)

Sionnie was done messing with that feeble gnome and wanted to get a head start on the others. Galawayn's expression had been amusing, the little guy nearly lost his composure but sionnie was no longer interested. She trust he understood how easy she could get to him and that was all she needed. She stood shoulder to shoulder or at least tried to as she tip-toad for a second to keep her chin at Athur's shoulder length. and there she remained silent as her tail sway back and fourth. she kept her eyes locked ahead of her to see that which might lie in wait.

(Perception: 13+1+16) Roll Type: d20
(Stealth: 17+3+15) Roll Type: d20

The road ahead was clear, with nothing obstructing the carriage's path. The trees lightly caught in the breeze and rustling bushes fills the silence.

(Discuss among you what is your next course of action).

After some time had passed without incident, Jakar finally voiced a suggestion.

"Well, the way seems clear enough. One of us ought to return to Dyllon and let him know it's safe to start out with the carriage again. We can still cover good ground before nightfall, and I'm sure we're all equally anxious to arrive in Faulknorse."

Sionnie quickly bowed out and skipped along the path back before anyone could offer to head back instead of her. She skipped right over the gnome and from there payed him no mind. Sionnie was alone on the the road again and that is as she wanted it. she stopped at the old dwarf sitting near the wagon and said teasingly " slacking off are we? The road is clear enough to start the caravan back on it's way" She showed little expression in her actions still she was enjoying today a little, that is something at least... She wondered if her remark would get a rise out of the dwarf, she even secretly hoped so..

"Well that was anticlimactic." Whispered Jethro as he felt it had been far enough and long enough without incident to call it safe. Some small part of him was dissapointed, but he was mainly relieved. Leaving the cover of the underbrush the dwelf waited for the other's to catch up to him. It was then the other's suggested reporting back to Dyllon. "That would be a bad move. At least a pair would go back if not all. It may be clear up here, but bandits could still attack from behind. I know it would only serve as doubling back for nothing, but there's still a chance and that's a chance I'm not willing to take." Said the dwelf with adamant sinserity.

Zayga looks over to where Jethro had come out of the underbrush. Then looks back behind her to see that impulsive albino tiefling. So she decided to follow her back to camp. She managed to catch up, to find Sionnie teasing the dwarf. Zayga stared for a few seconds, then walked over to Sionnie grabbed the back of her head and made her bow, and said "You will apologize to this poor dwarf that has been working very hard, I am sure" (It was obvious the dward was slacking off, but she wanted to spare the poor dwarfs pride)

Galawayn wass still trying to organize everyone into a chesive group when it was loudly proclaimed that the road ahead was clear. He turned to see a tiefling walking off under what he assumed was some smug delusion of grandeur. He buried his hands in his head as he walked after the group. What did he do to deserve these idiots?

Upon finding the roas clear enough to call safe Arthur sighed. In part because he wouldn't get to do combat, in part because the other tiefling was already running off, and in part because he had a bad feeling in his gut.
"So, what are the odds we go back and find orc brigands looting killing and raping our friends?" The tiefling mused.

Sionnie bowed in apology but refused to look at the dwarf, she was busy giving Zayga a glare that Said "Go to Hell" Sionnie only intended to tease. this paladin seemed strict.

Zayga smiles, and let's go of Sionnie's head. "Now that we understand each other. You will come with me?" Zayga grab's Sionnie's wrist and starts walking back towards the others to meet them half way. (Zayga thought Sionnie was very odd and impulsive.. But she liked quirky people. Hopefully they would become good friends.)

Dyllon whom was constantly on guard of the men trying to spy the women was greeted again by the six adventurers whom he sent out. He tipped up the point of his hat with a cheery grin to see them return. "So lads and lasses. What have ye found?"

Sionnie's comment came across as amusing to him, shakong his chest almost as if he was uncontrollably vibratingas he letout a casual laughter. "Ain't nothin' like seein' boys creepin' up to see a lass' tits me tells ye. Ye should see them faces when they get caught." He paused, listening to their reports.

Behind the caravan you could see more of the male passengers slowly gathering with hunted game hanging on their shoulders-- some more than others. They set them down on the ground and saw a spit roast readily made by Dyllon while they were gone and began processing and cooking the meat. If the adventurers have not noticed, the women had been around the spit roast waiting the entire time.

"Come and sit down and we'll head out in less than an 'our. Road should still be fine then." He gestures after them.

40 mins passes by, everyone gathered and entered the carriage with Dyllon stroking the back of the horses before leaving a few dostances later he came across the road which the adventurers had scouted and sighted two bear cubs near the middle of the road.

Highly unusual as Dyllon do not remember there being any bear cubs near these areas but slowed down almost to a stop.

He begins yelling in a strange growling and roaring before an adult bear showed itself roaring and charging towards the carriage-- everyone naturally panicked. "Now now folks, no need to worry." He began growling and roaring again as he handed the bear something to its mouth and growled (Jethro realises that Dyllon was using speak with animals). The bear then ran away towards the other side of the road and began roaring at the cubs, to which they obeyed and scuttled away from the road and Dyllon continuing his journey.

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4 Hours later - Late Afternoon

In the distance was an outline of a tower with several other roofs underneath in the horizon. Upon sight, Dyllon immediately announced to his passengers "We are arriving to Faulknorse very soon folks!" Just as he announces this, an arrow stuck on front of the horse, causing it to neigh and rear in terror. More arrows was fired in the general direction of the carriage. "Bloody beards! Bandits!" He cursed. "Somebody! Help me get rid of these bastards!"

Three men appeared in front of the carriage, armed. "Surrender your belongings and we'll cease slaughtering you." The middle one says.

"Make me kiss me own arse, fuckwit." Dyllon spits at them.

(Make a course of action)

Sionnie had heard the bandit from the back of the caravan as the bandit made his load gutteral demands she crept up behind Galawayn and squated down close to whisper "I've an idea" she did not wait for his approval just told him what she needed him to do as she ask "can you distract them?" and waited only for his reply. The bandits had obviously set up this ambush and where organized. Sionnie watch them from behind a carrage and listened while she lie in wait her tail flicked back and fourth with anticipation for her next move. Sionnie eyes where colder than usual, they were different from that poised look she always had. There was intent to kill.

Jethro turns to Galawayn after catching some of Sionnie's plan. "A distraction actually sounds like a good idea." Said the dwelf as he readies his bow. Notching an arrow he whispers a prayer to Melora to make his aim true. Scooting to one side of the carriage he places a hand on the doorlatch. "On your go mate." Jethro whispered.