After looking over the caravan, Zame climbed into the second wagon. Sitting against some rolls of fabric Zame found a fairly comfortable spot to sit and hide within the caravan, a simple gray cloak covered his armor and weapons. "alright, no one should be able to see me here" Zame set his bow against some crates as well as his quiver stuffed with arrows. "Now these people just need to show up, so that I can make some money"