The rest of the men on foot slowly come out of their trance. Hearing your words they jog to catch back up to the wagon.
One of them runs over to the fallen horseman's body. He proceeds to loot the body and mounts the empty horse.
The caravan is now heading east again but confused. They are unsure of what just happened. After several hours of mumbles, the caravan stops to rest and discuss what indeed just happened.
Cliff: The caravan sets up camp and rests for the night. Word around the campfire is they are heading east still. Though some seam weary of the path they are on, they head east in the morning.
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Doro lo sits in his corner, he hears two dwarves nearby talking about less goblin presence in the north mines. He also hears about a headquarters being set up in the swamp to the south. Something about men being needed for building and defense.
Heading east in the morning is a difficult task. Most are tired and have not slept properly. Added doubts about if they are heading the right direction are voiced. The caravan does eventually start off east again.
I need initiative rolls from Cliff.
Cliff yawns and languidly double checks his crossbow, making sure there are no nicks on the bowstring. He shakes his head to shrug off the drowsiness riding him like an unwelcome passenger in lead armor.
Initiative: d20+2=16