"Aye, I figured you would pass on that." The old man smiles, and shrugs. "Not many mages who're lookin' for a life like ours. Still, we wish you the best on your journey, yes?"<br/><br/>It's like the "yes" was a signal... because suddenly, the wagons come to life, and there's a flurry of activity as the three young children, as well as the heavily-veiled woman and knife-throwing man, spring to work. The fire is stoke, a pot of water is put on to boil. A loud "crack" fills the air as the knife throwing man begins to break the leg bones of each hare in turn, to help give the soup's stock a little more thickness.<br/><br/>A few minutes later, the pot is boiling hot and happy, and everything settles down once again... only now, the raven-haired girl is sitting next to you, a deck of cards in her hands.<br/><br/>"So, Mr. Mage..." She says, winking at her traveling companions. "While we wait for our dinner to cook, tell me. What do you know of the Harrow?"<br/><br/>((KN: Arcana check, please. ))