As the group finds their positions beside and upon the wagons, a man rides up, seated on a large, powerfully muscled grey stallion, who's sleek coat and fine mane suggest that he is well taken care of. The man is garbed in polished leather and a great, dark brown cloak with a concealing cowl. Throwing back his cowl he reveals a chiseled, elven face with many scars; his pointed ears emerge from long, ashen hair which falls freely down his shoulders and back. Still seated on his mount, the elf calls to the gathered company "I have a contract with the White Fox mercantile company; I am here to ensure that we reach our destination without difficulty! The route we take has always been perilous, but rumours abound now of strange monsters, and demons from foreign lands. For this reason I would ask that you be willing to heed my council, should I give it." He pauses, eying the motley workers and hired guards, "Where is this caravan's leader, the official from the White Fox?"