Robert
Day break seemed to have come far too soon that morning, it surely wasn't the slight excess of ale. The scouts took their places to the front as they day started on the road. Nothing out of the ordinary along the way, usual wagons with cargo, farmers, messengers, and the such. After following the river west for a while it was time to head of road. The patch would avoid as much of the woods as possible. Krono suggested to have the main scouts and Jerical as the front team about 1 mile ahead and two pairs at west and east. Trolls, owlbears, even fairies.

Besides a few stops to check two wagons all went well as they started traveling the small hills leading up the forest line and skirts of the mountains. Soon after an usual few sounds came from with in or other sides of the trees, too subtle to tell yet enough to seem different than the winds.

Out of sight of the caravan, two worgs had heard unusual sounds of trolls. They made their way towards the sounds in hopes of stealing the kill of even taking down a troll. As their path took them closer some unusual smells came into their senses, as semi-sweet and flowery smell and then the smell of turtle, a large juicy one. These two where close, it was time for a great meal.

The elf had managed to pull the tortoise from his pouch and land on her shell as it began to expand and grow back to the proper shape. She trundled forward, taking two steps at once since she was wearing Kel's trusty enchanted tarp like slippers. The trolls, and wolf like beasts were behind him and he hadn't the energy or care to look back to see if they were pursuing. 
 They probably were.. But the tortoise was moving forward steadily and Keladan thought it would be a good chance to catch some much needed rest.. Maybe it was mana drain fatigue, or just lack of sleep. Either way he lost consciousness upon Roxanne's shell in the saddle as she tried to escape down the mountain.
Angelique
Jeri's morning meeting with the scout master was a lot to handle mentally as he tried to fight off heavy eyes and a groggy mind. Despite best efforts he had to forcefully cover up yawns but ultimately came out with an understanding with the task at hand. As he saddled up and prepared with the other scouts to take their positions, he explained the night terror's defeat as well as the unique circumstances from the previous night to his companion. They both agreed to discuss it further at night when it would be more appropriate.

As Jeri saddled up the horse Lucile brought something to his attention that made him ponder. "I... Think you're right..." He looked at the horse and then over to Lucile "It is bad luck to ride a horse with no name, isn't it?" This began a whimsical conversation to name the horse which slowly evolved into banter than a full-blown argument that would last throughout travelling unless interrupted. 

The team in front had a good survey of the overall size of the company and were able to navigate through the land identifying paths that had minimal choke points and maximum width to avoid stretching the travelers too thin. The scouts made a few stops to discuss paths on whether they would consider the easier travel of flatter ground through the trees or the more difficult path that was in the wide open plains ridden by steep hills and tough terrain. Ultimately it was decided to go through the forest for the flatter ground as their were narrow paths. The teams on the side were put on high alert.

Sometime later "I already said I don't like the name Nelson. Do you have any other names... Any at all?" The debate continued but suddenly Jeri's demeanor changed when Lucile let out a very loud caw. He signaled the team to stop and Lucile relayed an interesting message sight in the distance that Jeri parroted back to the scouts. 
"Up ahead Lucile sees a... Turtle?"
"CAWWW"
"A big turtle."
"CAW CAW CAWWWWW"
"A BIG ASS TURTLE." Jeri was getting impatient as Lucile was trying to emphasize the size of the tortoise and believed Jeri did not relay it properly. "What else Lucile?" The bird continued her description and Jeri continued as the messenger boy. "The tur- the big ass turtle has a... Person on it... And it's running down the mountain... Chasing the turtle is... Big tolls? Like taxes?"

"Caw..."

"Oh.. Trolls... And chasing the trolls... Are" Jeri rolled his eyes as he quoted the bird who never seen or heard of a worg "Wolfy looking creatures... Please continue... And they are slightly off our direct path about a half mile to the left through rough terrain covered with sharp rocks? Oh, come on you could've started with that Lucile! This doesn't sound like our problem! It sounds like they won't even see us through the trees" The two continued to bicker amongst themselves but crankiness from a lack of sleep on Jeri's part was the true culprit.

As they bickered the truth of the matter was that if there was a man being attacked that these beasts were aggressive. There could be more of them, and they could eventually turn around to follow or hunt the company as well. It was decided that Lucile's conclusion to stop was appropriate now it was a matter of the leaders to dictate an action.
Margaret
*Hearing Jeri discuss the trolls, worgs, and some mysterious guy on a giant turtle... Fey hops down from her horse, and calling to the others,* 

"I'll sneak over there and look! Maybe I can distract some of them, peel some of them off, we can then pick them off one by one, two by two, something. And then the ... What? Guy on a turtle? ... Weird... But anyway, come on! Someone come help me be a distraction!"

*Figuring she can be sneakier without the horse, especially if it's tough terrain, she'll slinkity-slink through said rough terrain, towards the mysterious guy on a turtle and his dastardly assailants! Hope some of those dwarven scouts follow her! Haha*
Regina
Rawntha was riding along beside master merchant Kro. The discussion turned to merchandise, as Rawntha was interested to find out just how much Kro might know about the thinking of the Miller Dale brew houses. The dwarf wanted to provide the best info possible to Aramus when he got the chance. And while the dwarves had no issues with setting up their own trade agreements, Rawntha was interested in helping Kro's business as well as his own.

"I'm going to strongly suggest that you become the broker between the Swifthammer clan and the Miller Dale ale houses. You've already established a reputation with them, and you've done..."

He paused mid sentence. 

"Is that a raven's caw? Shhhh. Bik? Bek? Mister Kro, are your elven ears sharper than ours?"

"Well, I suppose you do have a point there 
They do seem to be quite... Candid with each other. "

The dwarf chuckled at that, and relaxed in his saddle again.
Angelique
The bickering took a different turn when the woman ran off the beaten path.

"I'm not following the the musician... Into danger..." He emphasized the word musician in a condescending tone since they aren't known for battle. But his demeanor changed when he finished the sentence. The musician... With the very large flute ran into battle...

"Lucile guide the gleeman. Stay safe. FEY LUCILE WILL LEAD THE WAY!" Lucile seemed to be on the same page as she instantly flew to catch up with fey and help guide her to those coming down the mountain. 

This action without direct order was out of line and the dwarven company began to grow weary in their dealings with the newcomers. 

"Scout Master Ulfrig sir. The dwarven company has deemed it appropriate to stop for discussion. With your permission sir I can deliver the news back to master rawn. The consequences of the bird and the girl are not on the clan." The last sentence was more of an acknowledgement that he was on the same page as the dwarves which supported his respectful request for action as opposed to being an instruction. The first sentence was simply restating what the scout master already ordered. With this respectful request the dwarves have him approval to ride back but he was accompanied by other dwarven scouts. 

Jeri rode his horse back with orders to stop the travel and he explained the situation immediately upon seeing master Rawn including that the lady Fey has already nobley ran to provide assistance to the man on the big ass turtle along with Lucile. 

Jeri hopped off his horse with a humble apology and a bow he also explained this noble act by the gleeman and the bird was not commanded by the head scout. Scout master Ulfrig has only commanded the halting of the clan and the delivery of the message.
Robert
Something was... Wrong? Yes he could tell that much. But what? The elf felt a strong haze over him. Fatigue.. The light wasn't low in the sky so why? Now that he thought about it he was sort of bumpiing and bumbling about for some reason. On his giant tortoise? He was.. The elf's skull pounded and his insides roiled. He lurched and was sick. Heaving off of the the side of his mount. He cringed and hoped none ramained on her side and apologised to the old girl. He felt an unusual amount of tension from patting her and knew that something was dreadfully wrong. 

 He turned his head and focused in on the worg that appeared to be closing in on him. Snarling and bounding forth snapping it's jaws. This and he spotted a troll. Everything rushed back. He was escaping, and had used all of his mana on a useless enchanting to turn his tortoise small... That obviously had worn off and the loyal beast had saved him. He leaned forward hugging her shell and sapping the last of his strength from his body to will her to increase velocity. Blood trickled from his nose and he blinked out of consciousness again. His feet looped into the leather stirrups on Roxanne and his upper half lolling about this way and that.