<div class="floatright">(https://i.pinimg.com/originals/d8/98/5b/d8985b98a1edf0a3b46e0dbc84993f46.jpg)</div><div class="floatleft">(https://i.pinimg.com/236x/9e/7b/c4/9e7bc4f627de4b3d9ee11374dca660db.jpg)<strong></strong></div><div align="center">(https://i.pinimg.com/564x/11/ff/f8/11fff896403dc7855fea201c8d88d00b.jpg)(https://i.pinimg.com/originals/fa/8a/e6/fa8ae6cc4f30eecc8312ea4430a318d7.jpg)</div><div class="floatright"><div align="center"><strong>Songbird</strong></div></div><div class="floatleft"><div align="center"><strong>Hawk</strong></div></div><div align="center"><strong>Sergeant Mullhaja                                                         Takxi</strong></div><hr/>Takxi nods, she was upset because her loyalty and that of the Pathfinder Society had been questioned.  Or more precise, their integrity.<br/>The group falls into a eash travel.  Making headway, deeper into the lands of the Bloody claw tribe.   The group stops for mid day break.   Spend about the a half hour resting and watering the horses.<br/><br/>About two hours into the mid afternoon.    They see shadowing them is a group of about twenty gnolls.   There not mounted and make no attempt to close the distance.  As the run parallel  to the group at a distance.<br/><br/>Sergeant Mullhaja;<strong>"My lord seems we have company."</strong><br/><br/>Its a mere statement of fact.   Speaking what everyone already knows.  That they have company.   So far they are not choosing to close the distance.   To test this theory, the sergeant rides his horse out towards them.  And they fade back over a dune, out of sight.  Only to a few minutes later to reappear at the distance and keeping pace  with the group.<br/><br/>Takxi;<strong>"It's an escort,  they're escorting us in."</strong>