The party moves down the street, away from the alley. The rain continues unabated.
After a few minutes of walking, a soft clatter reaches your ears. It happens again, and after a moment the party realizes it is the sound of heavy hooves clopping on the street, heading towards the party.
Byron, Quasar, and Kevon dart into a nearby alley, as it is the only place one would be unseen from the street.
A team of horses comes into sight, pulling a large covered wagon. A lantern thrust over the heads of the horses spreads some light, just enough to make out the driver.
The driver of the cart is a leathery faced old man, he sits with his back straight despite his age and the weather. A wide leather hat rests on his head, and rain flows off it in a steady flow.
He pulls the cart to a stop next to Forthan, Arathriel, and Zed and gives them a looking over.
"You boys lost?" He asks, in a thick rural accent. "Ain't nothin' in this part of town but storage buildin's and warehouses and the like."
Out of character sorry for not keeping up guys my life's got really screwed up lately.
Arathriel will talk to the man on the wagon explaining that yes they are lost and got that way while trying to find there way out of town. In search of the next village or Amy quests that may bring them some gold.