Robert
Feeling ashamed, to say the least, and having his left hand on the back of his head he smiled "Well, Yes. I did happen to release a barrage without confirming the position of the scouts." Putting his arms down and standing. "I was a horrible, and most dangerous, oversight on my part. I did forget at that moment to confirm the safety of the forward team. How they survived I do not know and I am afraid I did not see them until the arrow had reached its peak. I should have apologized and reported this yesterday." He continues to stand, this time unlike before, his form is more rigid. His feet are apart and his arms are crossed in the back, this was the way he would stand in attention in front of Ranger Officers. 

Continuing to look forward "Scouts Jeriscal, Lucile and Belk have reported accurately." 

'Well, at least I had some breakfast already so any type of punishment will be easier to deal with.' He continued to look forward and await orders.
Margaret
*Fey observes the scene as she hungrily shovels down her breakfast. She takes in this information, conferring with Sally in the back of her head.*
. O O ( I wonder what else they have, that we need. And, a bow or a crossbow? ) 
*Sally muses on this,* "I'd recommend a crossbow. You don't have that much upper-body strength, and females tend to have, ahem, certain things that get in the way. Granted, you don't have *That* Much to get in the way, but ... Well, the first is still true ) *Sally feels amused back there*
*Fey hides the smirk outwardly,* . O O ( well, a crossbow should be ok. And one of those hand-crossbows for closer-up work, what do you think? ) 
*Sally mind-nods,* . O O ( yes, and it'd work better for street-work, when we get back to town, yes? ) 
. O O ( good thinking! ) 
*Fey looks up, and speaks aloud,* "Do the dwarven scouts have any sort of hand-signals or other subtle way of signaling to others? I was on the hillside, but couldn't alert anyone without giving away people's positions, and I didn't want the trolls or worgs to know we were coming."
Regina
Rawn nodded at Kro's report, and again stroked his beard in thought.
Fey's question momentarily broke the tension, at least for Rawn that was, and he responded...

"Yes. Ulfrig will instruct you in scout to scout communications. Which will require your staying with your group of scouts and working as a team. Which is something you will need to work on miss Fey. This time things worked out, with you going out on your own. However, you have been hired to work as part of the team. Working as a team might have prevented your injury, and brought down the works more efficiently. With less need to waste resources for healing."

Turning back to Kro he said "You are clearly not just a merchant mister Kro. Your stance and your words betray you as having military experience. Are you here to spy upon us? To sabotage our progress? Let us see...

So... Military. Seems to work alone, given total disregard for others on the battlefield... 
Hmmmm.
There's only 2 classes I know of in Elven military that match... So which one are you, and what is your purpose in joining our caravan mister Kro?
Robert
Maintaining his stance "I was honorably discharged from the Felfatheas Lines of duty, a Former Ranger who is not aligned with any government or elvan house. Simply following in the footsteps of my parents who made honest work outside of the societal norms of the Elvan Houses. I AM a merchant now"
Margaret
*Fey nods slowly, and merely responds to Rawn,* "Yes m'lord..." *Resolving to perhaps talk to him later about one or two other things*

*Fey mind-nods, as she slides her raised-eyebrow gaze to Kro*
. O O ( I **Knew** It! ... And yeah, it will... How'll we work that out, Sally? ) 
*Sally answers,* . O O ( Lemme sleep on that! ) 
*Fey hides her look of exasperation at Sally's answer to that one, and now eyes Kro some more*
Regina
"Well... That explains quite a bit.
It leaves me with a couple questions, but those can wait. 
You likewise have hired onto a caravan, and you're expected to use your specialities as a pary of the team. That arrow trick of yours was rather interesting. But we could have lost some good men because of a lack of teamwork. 

With that said. You're all dismissed. Prepare for us to setout on todays journey asap.
Robert
"Well understood Master Rawntha" He relaxes, takes his coffee, and passes the word that they will set out. About 30 minutes later most of the caravan is in formation. 'yey I dont get to miss lunch. Better than working with Rangers.'
Margaret
*Fey shovels down the rest of her breakfast, and goes to draw a light crossbow with accompanying bolts, a hand-crossbow, with bolts for same, if available, and more apples and carrots and sugar if available, to resume making friends with her horse. She'll busy herself with that, deep in thought about how to be a solo vigilante when she just got ordered to 'use teamwork'. Heh heh.

*She'll also pick up a spyglass if it's deemed available. Heh*

*Well, if there's a delay in departure, Fey will first work with her horse for a bit, and then, she'd check with Ulfrig and with the supply master, for if she can practice with her new crossbows, to work off some rust — to make sure a) if there's time, and b) that she's not wasting too much ammo*
Anthony
The caravan headed off. Right past noon time the weather started to change, several clouds from the east that could not cross over the Southern Mountain started to merge one into another finally releasing heady rain. As if that was not making the journey of the wagons difficult after two hours of the downpour, rainwater started poring down the mountain into the path of the caravan. 

They were now reaching a stone face side of a mountain, and though the water keep coming down from it as well it seem safer from mudslides in case these clouds keep being fed by the clouds that keep coming from the sea to the east. 

"Master Rawnha!! I would suggest to hold the caravan here. We can't tell much about the weather and this eastern wind! This rock face should provide cover from any mudslides in case the ground ahead is too saturated!" The rain kept pouring down making it harder to communicate in the open.
Robert
Kel continued sitting on the log in frustration as his opprtunity to show his worth and his opportunity to make any coin passed by him right before his eyes and he didn't do anything about it. The worst part of it all was that nobody even questioned him, or asked him who he was or what he would do now. He sat in a true angst, as the dwarves and friends company dispersed and began to prepare for their journey. He wanted to head for Miller Dale to try his luck there but... These blasted caravaneers had completely brushed his value to the side. Unacceptable, even if it was his fault for sitting back and being shy. He would have to stick around and prove himself.
Regina
Rawn surveyed the situation and agreed with Kro. 

"Form up the caravan on the rocks. Recall the scouts and set them at the head and tail of the formation. 
"Ulfrig, see if we can send Lucile out at regular intervals. If so, make sure Jeriscal has whatever she needs to be provisioned and cared for on her returns. If not just do your best.
"Duein! You're the engineer, see if this place looks stable, and then figure out a way to channel some of this water away from our feet."

With the orders given, he turned to Kro again.

"So, it seems to me that you're familiar with the elf on the tortoise. Given that they've opted to follow us, barely offering up a thank you after we saved them... I'm very curious to know what their deal is. And yes, I will be asking them myself. But I want to be prepared."
Margaret
*If the dwarves broght umbrellas, she'd grab one of those, too, so she can go around, talk and ... Especially, listen ... To the dwarves and others, hile softly playing her flute to keep their spirits up. She'd eventually make her way back to Rawn*
Regina
Ulfrig set about getting the scouts lined up with their current duties.
Once done with that, he approached Fey and said, 
"Looks like you get a chance to practice with your new toys. Here's a target so you don't lose to many bolts."
He looks around, as if just noticing the downpour.
"Great weather for it too
 If you can hit your mark in this crap, you should be fine when its clear."

With that, he sets off to find Jeri and see if Lucile is able to do a scouting flight every hour.
Margaret
*She'll get ready to do so, but then call after him as he heads off,* "Whenever yo had more time, I want to talk about something else!"

*Then sets to practicin' with the regular (light) crossbow, and also with her hand-crossbow*
Regina
"I'll be back in a moment then Miss Fey", Ulfrig called back over his shoulder.
Robert
Dwarves made for curious travel companions indeed. Rather an uncommunicative lot, the few he tried speaking with seemed flat out disinterested or non-believing of his lightning in a bottle. What's worse is that most of them seemed quite happy and pleased with their lives. Wouldn't want a charm of luck or an enchanting to make the wheels on a cart sturdier. He even asked one if he wanted his shield buffed and the sturdy fellow chuckled and clapped a terribly painful hand down on the elf's back. 
 They either didn't trust him or thought he was a con man of a turtle rider..
Margaret
*Fey practices a while with her crossbows, then after salvaging as many of the bolts as she can, decides to take a break for a while and goes to buck up the morale of the scouts. On her way between this bucking up groups of dwarves with her fluting, the umbrella-bearing Fey sliiiides up behind Kel,* "Well, if it isn't pretty boy," *She grins,* "Tell me, what were you trying to do, when you passed out that one time. You almost made some magic, but not quite. That turtle was fascinating, too. Never seen one that big, it's really interesting! Got any good stories you could share?"
Robert
The elf turned around quickly at the words *Pretty boy*. Who else could anybody be speaking of? 
"Oh it's youu~ hello hero."
 The dwarf he was trying to convince to buy a color changing lantern crystal scurried off discreetly. 
"Stars!" He cursed 
"But uh.. Im not really sure. Oh yes. I was starting to conjure a fog. " 
 He was now feeling unimportant AND embarrassed about his delirium from the day before. How could this day get any worse? He gloomed and felt like a toad.
Margaret
*Fey nods, and watches the dwarf make his escape,* "Oh, you're a merchant, too? What do you sell, besides herbs. ... That I'm not trading Sally for," *She smirks*. "Maybe I could take Is that why you are way out here? It can be risky to travel alone, you know. Unless you're well-armed, of course."
Regina
"So merchant elf Kro..." He said with a bit of humor in his voice, "Are you saying that he's no danger to us? Won't go around causing trouble?"

Bik came walking up and imformed Rawn that the stranger elf was trying, with no success, to sell magical buffs, jewels, and items to the caravan.
"Its sort of funny watching him try so hard, but its also kinda sad. He clearly has no idea who he's traveling with. I get the feeling he thinks we're just a merchant caravan on our way to hock our wares."

Bek joined the group saying "I just saw him talking with miss Fey. We'll probably know more after a bit. That girl has a way of getting a guy to talk..."

"Sounds like someone's getting mighty sweet on miss Fay." Bik teased.

"Yeah yeah, laugh it up chucklehead." Bek said while rolling his eyes.

Rawn shook his head but was laughing. "I think you're both going soft in the head for her. You better draw straws. We'll have no fighting over the lass!"
He winked and gave them both a pat on the shoulder.

"I was going to talk to her shortly anyway. Seems like she might have some more info for me by the time we meet up."

Turning back to Kro, "I best have a conversation with your old friend. But I think it can wait until after I've talked with Fey."
Robert
"Well thought out sir. If our scouts tonight could keep an eye on the east to west wind currents as well. Best we know ahead of time if more water will come our way. We don't want our wagons to start sinking in the mud overnight. Hell if we can have planks under the wheels of the heaviest that will save us headaches."
Regina
"Bik, Bek, you heard him. Let Ulfrig know as well."
Robert
The Keladan was astonished, well armed? He was well tortoised, and that had always been enough. Who did these people think they were? 

"M'not really a merchant, just seeking my fortune ✨ . But i sell magic and works of artificing..." He gave the tiefling *Thing* A long searching glance.
" Anyways from the way you guys are all acting you'd think that ol big beard is the king of the dwarves or something.." He paused.
"Is he??"
Margaret
*Fey shrugs,* "He's a high lord, yes. Ah, seeking your fortune, huh? That sounds exciting. I bet you have some interesting stories! Someone who rides around on a very smart giant tortoise, he can't have boring stories! Can yo share? I'd be really interested and greateful!" *She smiles a sunny smile at Kel, and draws forth her flute,* "Maybe I could even compose a tune to accompany the stories."