<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/>Songbird thought it over,  the money part would be tough.  "The nobles, master,  they look for you.  They know of you.   They have money they have men,  what they do not have, and the usurper is legitimacy.  You have that because of your legacy."     Is what she answers back quietly as they ride along.<br/><br/>Takxi;<strong>"They host us, do what ever gnolls do in hospitality.  How should I know,  I'm an investigator, your ranger would have known, Keli."</strong><br/><br/>The conversation idled the time away for them.  Both of the Pathfinder society caravan guards keep alert, with the gnoll band shadowing them.   Hawk moaned from time to time.  As his fate was drawing near.   But then evening came upon them and camp would have to be made.   It seems that there is more travel to be had to reach the main camp of the gnolls.<br/><br/>Takxi notices that the gnolls are no longer in sight.   What did that mean, one could only guess.   Twenty of them in terrain hey knew well, would not be a good idea to go and look for them.   Surely they will appear the next morning.<br/><br/>Sergeant Mullhaja would see to getting the Hawk off and let him do his business.  Then secures him and sees about getting the tent up.   Leaving you and Songbird to see to the horses.