Faron looked around, and seen that the numbers would be limited. "Alright..." Faron mutters. "We can just start, and if anyone else joins up, they can rendezvous with us on the way. They can be the backup, if we need it." With that, Faron stepped out into the streets, Ruin following him.

Greeting a dark, tanned man, who was heavily dressed in furs, Faron turned to the rookies. "This is Ah. He is a trader that works with the caravan. I guess you could call him the leader or something." Faron looked to Ah, then turned back. "This is a simple escourt mission. We have to travel with this caravan to a southern village, Traben, and walk them into the gates. The caravan is carrying expensive furs and quilts, and fears that desert bandits will attack.

"Unfortunately, there is no available room on the caravan for us, so we'll have to trek it by foot. It is only a few hours from here by foot, so it won't last long. The walk back will be faster, since we don't need to worry about assault. Meet me at the south gate in an hour, and we'll go."