They are more of the wandering sort of people, going from town to town and selling various things that they loot or make on their travels. So things are not as important as speed but to enjoy the experience of the open road as much as possible. Which certainty does explain why they are moving slower then a dead horse rolling down hill.<br/><br/>You have been with them for about a week, so you know all of their names by now. Around ten of them give or take, rather hard to keep track with things being this painfully slow. One of which is a rather curious girl around your age, as you can watch her in front of you throwing rocks at the trees  in front of the entire caravan. Wearing a slightly faded yellow dress and having brown long hair and blue eyes, Fiona by the name if you can recall correctly over your boredom inhibited brainstem.