Red Continues Past the Merc's


                            Onyx Strongarm
I will keep watching the woods around the road for any signs of an 
ambush.  I will stop the wagon, put the brake on and secure the reigns.  
If there is any sigh of trouble from the woods I will shout a warning 
and leap off of the wagon to get into the fight.

                               Phearez -
	The Travelers.

	(Even though this has already passed.)  Phearez really has 
little fear of such a band.  Regardless he knows little of elves, He 
knows they're primarialy a good race - besides, it's the middle of 
the day, whom would dare make any voilent actions?
	So for that phase, Phearez sits in his still, stoic manner, 
atop the wagon.





 Danger or not?

     The older man spurs his mount up next to Agrardon, and says, "It
is too bad we are heading in the opposite direction.  We would offer
to hire on.  We are trying to make a name for ourselves," he says 
gruffly.
     Agrardon smiles at him warmly, and then turns to Darrin in a 
motherly tone of voice, "It is near noon, young man.  I can tell you
that there is a clearing less than a mile away, where you can rest
yourselves and your horses.  Just up the road.  It is a campsite, the
Outriders (road patrollers) of Waterdeep use.  We were just there."
     Darrin replies lightly, "I thank you, and wish you good luck in
your endeavors.  Perhaps some day, I will hear word of your great deeds,
Agrardon.  I appreciate your offer, but really my wares need no more
guards than this.  This is all I can possibly afford, and even so I 
will have to sell all my stock to make a pittance of a profit.  But I
thank you for your time and information.  Forward, rest is around the
bend it seems," Darrin calls out behind him.
     Agrardon says brightly as she spurs her horse forward, "Until 
Swords part, young one."  Each of her band nods politely to Darrin as 
they swing by.  And all note that as the young human passes Zeptha, 
he eyes her over very well, as though sizing up a deer he is going to 
go hunt.
     Darrin nods you all forward, though as Zeptha begins to ride past,
Darrin reaches out swiftly and grabs her reins up by the horse's mouth.
You can all hear him say, "Stay in between the carriage and the wagon,
Zep.  I did not care for the way the young one looked at you."
     As each of you pass him, you note that his emerald eyes are cold 
and hard.
     After you ride for a few minutes and are out of earshot, Darrin
says softly, "I say we ride on and pass this clearing.  What say you?
There's a town I hoped to reach by nightfall."