[Q2] fruit from the poisoned tree

The world needed to stop going to shit. Signed and dated by Elyon himself. He knew what it was like to go hungry and it motivated him enough to go see what he could do to help. He'd never been in the Free Marches before. Any other time, it might actually have been a nice change of pace. 

As they approached the caravan, he couldn't help but stare at it. It didn't look right. "I don't like how this looks." He says. It looked untouched with as far as he could tell, no one around. It didn't seem likely that they would willingly abandon the caravan given the need for food and supplies. There had to be something else, especially given Bethany's warning.

He swivels his head to the side, trying to see if there's any movement in the shrubs that would give away something's presence. "I wouldn't go far, we can only move so fast if you get cornered." Quite a few of their party had some significance somewhere, and he wasn't about to be the one to explain why they got killed in the middle of nowhere. "But I agree, the more prepared we are for the worst to happen, the less likely things are to go wrong." 

TL;DR

• Elyon is suspicious about the whole thing and tries to see if anything is lurking around the side of the road
  
• He suggests the party sticks close and to be prepared