Natya blushed, and thanked her. "Oh, in the fortune-teller's wagon," she said. "Grandmother is going to be staying here, to work in the temple, so I can go on this trip. She gave me quite a few of her things, too," she explained, gesturing to the dress she was wearing. "I'm sure I'll get more used to it, in time," she said.<br/><br/>"Alright, load 'em up, last checks, then we're moving out," Sandru called, as he made a personal final inspection of the line of seven wagons. "Lot bigger than I'm used to," he admitted. "But there's strength in numbers; we won't be easy prey on these roads, that's for sure," he said with a laugh.<br/><br/>About ten minutes later, without any further incidents, the crew piled into the wagons, and set off on the road, to adventure.<br/><br/><hr/><br/>A full, long day of travel later, thirty miles from Sandpoint, and well into the Varisian wilderness and the caravan pulled up around a camping spot, just off the road, the wagons circled to provide extra security, and a break against the wind. Spirits are high, and the crew is eating and drinking merrily, sharing stories of the road, and what exciting adventures they may yet experience.