Who was in charge was a more difficult question to answer than it seemed. Three people could lay reasonable claim to that title and none would be entirely wrong. Still to Caro, the caravan master seemed more in charge than everyone else. He watched has the mustached man stand up slowly and wipe his hands on his smock before approaching the riders. “Alright, what do ya'll want.” Caro edged closer, hoping his empty hands and unassuming clothes made him nothing more than a caravan hand to the soldiers. In the flickering fire, it was hard to make much more than shapes out of them, but shortly after a latern was brought to the fore and Kirkwall heraldry was shown under mud and grime. Caro frowned and remained silent. “Your shipment has been commandered for Kirkwall use.” Called out to the gathered crowd. “Present this writ to the head of the guard in Kirkwall and you shall receive fair pay for your contract.”
Caro breathed in, he's not sure how much renown he could get for such little work, but a quick payday and time to go again was always an opportunity to be snatched at. So it confused him when the caravan master began arguing, claiming clients would be mad, trust would be broken in a panicked tone. It rang hollow to Caro, they weren't so far from a hub that a new shipment couldn't be worked out and merchants running late in a warzone was the norm, not really to be questioned. A quick two part renegotiation and a couple weeks in town and they'd be on their way to make money again. After a short argument the Caravan Master bowed and made his leave. Caro did the same, making a circular motion with his hand.
He waited till the Salamanders gathered around his wagon and spoke, “This feels strange, Get ready for something to happen.” he glared through the camp saw the caravan master again, digging through his packs before grabbing something and heading back to his men. Caro watched their silhouettes surround the bonfire at the center of the camp before the fire flared brightly, and violet in hue for a few moments, leaving the woods glowing a few moments. “That's a signal” the said quietly, “Make sure the other group knows, we'll need them before this is over.” Couldn't be more than a few moments before something drastic would happen.
Caro breathed in, he's not sure how much renown he could get for such little work, but a quick payday and time to go again was always an opportunity to be snatched at. So it confused him when the caravan master began arguing, claiming clients would be mad, trust would be broken in a panicked tone. It rang hollow to Caro, they weren't so far from a hub that a new shipment couldn't be worked out and merchants running late in a warzone was the norm, not really to be questioned. A quick two part renegotiation and a couple weeks in town and they'd be on their way to make money again. After a short argument the Caravan Master bowed and made his leave. Caro did the same, making a circular motion with his hand.
He waited till the Salamanders gathered around his wagon and spoke, “This feels strange, Get ready for something to happen.” he glared through the camp saw the caravan master again, digging through his packs before grabbing something and heading back to his men. Caro watched their silhouettes surround the bonfire at the center of the camp before the fire flared brightly, and violet in hue for a few moments, leaving the woods glowing a few moments. “That's a signal” the said quietly, “Make sure the other group knows, we'll need them before this is over.” Couldn't be more than a few moments before something drastic would happen.
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