<div class="floatright">(https://i.pinimg.com/originals/fb/22/af/fb22af289f3a793d00f6795bc857dd18.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/564x/29/61/bb/2961bba0a67dc7ef244e4f98742002b6.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                                                          Keli</strong></div><hr/>Songbird leaps on her horse with ease when she mounts him.   She has no reins or a saddle for the horse.  Yet she leaped on her white horse from the back.  You notice she is quite adapted with guiding the horse just by the pressure of her knees.   To hold on, she clasps a handful of its manes.  The two soon rejoin the others.   Sergeant Mulhaja has the tent put away and put up on the provisions horse.<br/><br/>The caravan is already moving out.   The guards are set.  The outliers ahead and then position throughout the caravan.   The group finds themselves behind a two caged wagons transporting slaves, about twenty of them ten in each caged wagon.  Two slavers driving a wagon each.  While four mounted slavers.   Behind the group is a merchant and and his family, they have one wagon.<br/><br/>About midday the caravan stops to rest horses, water them.   The sun is bright, and it has been getting hotter since the morning.<br/><br/><br/>