Daisil checked the ropes again, making sure the crates of goods that were being shipped were firmly tied down.  This would be his fifth time as caravan master for the shipment of White Fox Company trading goods to market.  The previous trips had been fairly uneventful except for a few attempted attacks by monsters and bandits looking for an easy payday.  Which was why of course caravan guards were necessary.<br/><br/>He hopped out of the back of the wagon see if the hired sellswords had arrived yet.  Daisil spotted two of them, one of them talking with one the several merchants accompanying them on the long journey.  He frowned, he recalled hiring more than just two and wondered where the others were.  Probably getting their last drinks at the bar or haggling with the native merchants of Fendale for some last piece of equipment.  A fool's errand in his opinion, Fendale may be part of the routes covered by caravan trains like his own, but there was very little to be found in Fendale whose sole native products were wood and the food the farmers grew.<br/><br/>However, they were entitled to their own free time and the train wasn't bound to leave for another hour.  Daisil headed towards one of the sellswords at the front of the train, his dusty traveling robe waving as he walked, causing the white fox tail which was the emblem of the company to also wave as if animated.  Time to greet the ones who were here anyway.<br/><br/>