Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-27025277-20161010215652/@comment-12599067-20161015000614

As the people were loading their things onto the caravan, some of them noted that another, smaller carriage was heading into town from the northern road. It rolled to a stop just outside of the lumber mill and allowed its only passenger, a Breton woman of average height and clad in knight's armor, out onto the road. She quickly paid the driver before grabbing her halberd from where it lay in the back of the carriage and promptly hustling towards the caravan. Once she was at the lead carriage she stopped herself and looked over the assembled party, trying to discern who exactly she was supposed to report to. Apparently none of them stood out to her, since it took her a moment before she finally decided to approach the Saratia, probably because she looked the most official.

"Are you Saratia Saigil?" the woman asked, pulling out the letter the courier had given her and offering it to Saratia.