<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/2ytsUmk.jpg?1)   </div><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 14pt;"><strong>Koba  (https://www.myth-weavers.com/sheet.html#id=1741393)</strong></span><br/><em>Trapmaster/Survivalist<br/>HP: 33; AC 19.  Conditions: None.</em><br/><br/>After watching the others stare at each other for entirely too long, Koba straightens in the saddle, ignoring how stiff and sore her legs and ass are, and gently heels the horse to urge it on.  "By Torag's cock, just go."  Without further consultation, she rides on ahead, flanking the wagon from her horseback, and calls to the others.  "Everybody else just shut up and let Salvador do the talking."<br/><br/>If they're met by guards or anyone else, she'll hold up her hand for the coach driver to stop the team, then encourage Sal to come out and speak.  If no one greets them and nothing impedes their path, then they'll stop when they find a reasonable place to tie their wagons-- in front of whatever structure appears to serve as a town hall, or tavern, or whatnot.