<div class="floatright">(https://i.pinimg.com/564x/43/c9/48/43c948cf0b58d06216639103d490754d.jpg)</div>The only thing a newlywed couple had that might have been taken that he now had is the hatchet.   Most of what they had taken was  wine,  and other consumable items and  6 copper pieces.    Judging by the fact, it had been a week ago.   The consumables are long gone, and the hatchet is the only thing that may have been the man'.   All the while Hellhound would be remembering how Songbird had lit up when he had praised her.<br/><br/>That last hour actually had the foursome talking.  The sunset is nearly done as it grows darker.   But more than that, it begins to rain.   A down pour begins drenching  both Hellhound and Songbird.<br/><br/>The young husband:<strong>Right over there is a good spot,  why don't we make camp and share it.  Looks like its going to rain for a good while.  Be too cramp for all of us in the wagon.  If you don't mind sleeping underneath the wagon to get out of the rain.    </strong><br/><br/>He flick the reigns of the wagon and begin moving the wagon off  the road.   His offer made sense,  sleeping under the wagon would afford them a better shelter then the lean to and the young couple seem gregarious.<br/><br/>Songbird up to that point had been spinning  a charming lie about her barbarian tribe to the young wife.   She stops when the comment by the husband is made.   The couple's names are Milo and Harshaben..    She looked at you as the rain continues to pour down.   Waiting for your decision as to join the young couple camp or move on a bit and have their own.<br/><br/><br/><br/>