Johnnie
*As the cart drug on and on, with the sun sinking further and further into the plains and mountains and whatever landscape was held within the east, the fleeting light would give way to a creeping darkness as the cart continued to follow the path it had first set out on a couple of hours ago. Thankfully, you could still see a decent distance around the cart, due to one of the workers lighting up a torch before the sun had completely set, and also due to the fact that there was still the tiniest bit of sunlight out; though, it really wouldn't last for long.

Alexander's thermal vision would continue to remain more or less the same; that is, with no abnormal figures darting in or out of his view. The torch would be the most prominent signature you would see at this point, along with the workers and horses thay accompanied you. There would continue to be that undisturbed silence among the workers, which almost begged the question: Did they get along well, or was it something else that caused them to be so... Quiet? Usually, workers who are employed so close to each other who were conplete strangers would attempt to start even the tiniest bit of conversation, but no such boon would be granted to this 'merry' caravan.

Finally, the path would end at a sort of clear grassland. You wouldn't be able to see the fine details, but the outlines of a forest surrounding a large stretch of grass would be blatantly obvious to those who could see in the dark. At once, the four workers departed from their seats, picking up 4 respective baskets from a compartment in the wagon. They began to stride out towards the field, one of them with torch in hand.*
Donald
*With his armed crossbow armed with a medium quarrel bolt ready for a possible ambush, he would walk along the workers holding the baskets behind them, using his night vision and coloured night vision to see clearly. He start to be a bit concerned but mostly bored from the silence and uneventful duty. He decide to break the long silence by walk right next to a worker and start to talk to him but he kept his voice a bit low.*

"May I ask, what is your name?"

*As he waited for his answer, he start to look around him, especially behind him looking at the trees to find any thermal signs and using listener abilities and hoping to have a answer or conversation to break the silence.*
Johnnie
*One of the figures would pause as Alexander spoke, basket shouldered over his arm. You wouldn't be able to see it, but under his cowl, he looked somewhat annoyed. Why was this escort trying to get closer and more intimate with himself? A proper 'guard' should be doing what their name suggests; Guard, and nothing more. The fact that Alexander seemed to be trying to coax his own name out of his mouth seemed to be simply preposterous, at least in his point of view. Asking for the name of your client, no matter who they were, and unless you would be working in the long term together, was highly unprofessional and improper. The figure, noticing the other three walk ahead with their baskets, would turn back towards Alexander.*

"You don't really need to know, do you? All you've got to do is follow what you were hired to do: guard us. I *Suggest* You come along now, lest one of us somehow manages to die a horribly painful death."
Donald
*He would look at the men, seeming to somewhat understand the total silence, he would give the man a nod and simply went back behind them, guarding there backs though he is atleast 4 feet behind. He would think to himself.*

"Heh... I am more of a bounty hunter than a 'guard' what is the point of talking. I suggest myself to focus on the objective."

*As he walk behind them to protect there backs, he simply look around the trees, inspecting them and soon look forward to see what is ahead.*
Johnnie
*The man would pause for a moment, staring at Alexander for a split second before turning back towards his colleagues, who had already moved up farther on the grassland. The night time would highlight the various thermal heat signatures being emitted from the trees; various animals, predominantly birds would have their signals become blatantly obvious to Alexander's eye. However, they weren't in the least bit defined; you could only judge them by their sizes as to what sort of creatures they were. At best, you could make out a couple large blobs that had color variations dependent on how hot they were. Most of them were sort of dull orange-red, with a bit of lilac and green outlines radiating away from the center, but some were a burning, bright orange with no other colors.*

*As the workers reached a certain point in the field, one of them would stop to survey the area that they were presented with. Shortly after, he walked over to a certain plant that caught his eye; it looked like a completely ordinary weed, but it was nothing of the sort. Rather, it was a quite valuable item, being somewhat uncommon, a crop that couldn't be farmed. Reaching down and pulling from where the stem of the plant met the earth, he picked it up in one great pull, admiring it for a moment before putting it in his basket. Around him, the other workers would do the same, pulling in the same manner. Too focused on their work, they wouldn't be able to notice a looming, large figure in the distance, slowly creeping towards the group. It had an average heat signature, but was about as large as two men combined, length wise. It was inching closer and closer, and you could hear the faint whispers of growls in the underbrush, combined with the buzzing of animals, insects, and other night time creatures.*
Donald
*As he watch the workers picking up the plant, heard a faint growl, he quickly looked around seeing around him, looking at the thermal signature. He looked at where the possible direction of the growl and would see it a thermal figure large as 2 men, he got concerned and he raised his medium draw crossbow armed with a medium quarrel bolt at the the odd figure, he would use his hawkeye, night visions, and colour night vision abilities to identify the creature or possibly a human, he also notice it getting closer and closer, inch by inch and he start to aim at the figure, taking a deep breath, as he calmly put his finger on the trigger. Waiting for it too strike. He would clear his throat and open he start to talk, making it loud enough for the workers to here, saying:*

"We got something over there."

*He used his hand to point the direction where the figure is and slowly put his hand on the crossbow*

"I can hear a faint growl. Possibly a predator so I suggest you all should slowly walk back as I deal with this."