"We are not<em>expecting</em>trouble, but it is a wise precaution to have such valuable envoys such as ourselves protected when entering into a foreign nation. After all, none of us have skill at arms--" "Speak for yourself," the centauress says, making a point of adjusting the quiver at her side. "Errr, yes. Anyway, none of us have<em>sufficient</em>skill at arms to deter a large company of armed individuals from, say, accosting us, and holding us for ransom. An admittedly all too unpleasant situation."<br/><br/>Unless Caiphias has more questions, he is directed to the lead carriage in their procession, the other three each getting their own carriages with their minions, although the centaur simply walks beside hers, conferring with her followers, sitting inside. His is, of course, open, to allow him a good view of the surrounding area, and a better chance to react quickly, in the event of trouble. Meridia takes her place inside the carriage as well, clearly pleased at not having to make the journey on foot, even if ti will be a little slower.