<em>After removing the blockade from the road, your thoughts turn towards the other caravans that have gone in different directions to deliver their eagerly awaited supplies and how they far. Are they safe and sound, or have they met a similar fate as the scene you left behind. The only way to know for sure is to continue your journey back to Edenia Castle and survive the trek. Now upon the dawn of the fifth day of your trip, you make your way past the threshold of Wispoak. <br/><br/>Past those trees, you are greeted by the glorious sight of sunlight amongst clear skies and along the horizon spreads a vast open plain of lush grass and cresting hillsides. The Tantamar Plains, as dangerous as they are claimed to be, never looked more deceptively welcoming. A few ponds and upturned roots amongst the grass note where they say hill giants had uprooted and nearly laid waste to the entire forest. The faint signs of smoke well off within the distance show signs of wild men off within the distance. However, the road you travel skirts these dangerous wildlands thankfully.</em><br/><br/><div align="center">At 2017-08-21 13:47:50, Laughing Hyena (uid: 10552) rolls: 1d10 Result: 7 (https://elliquiy.com/forums/dicebot.php?r=106493)</div><br/><em>Yet you can imagine as the hours continue on, that there shall be no shortage of unusual happenstance... Days pass by as you continue towards the castle city. Time seemed to blend in upon the stretch of this journey with the occasional break coming into focus to stop and rest weary feet and fill empty bellies. During the early morning of the fifth day however... You can hear the sounds of multiple people chattering angrily as a dozen men women and children from a nearby settlement of thatch covered wooden houses and skirting the plains of Tantamar were crowding around a man in robes atop a wagon filled with goods and supplies. This person in robes was a dwarf and was being guarded by several spearmen of similar stature.<br/><br/>As you come closer and closer, you can catch the words they throw out to one another. All agitated and all desperate sounding. <strong>"How dare you have the nerve to sell us food and water at such ridiculous prices! We're starving out here!"</strong> One woman desperately cried out. <strong>"We don't have enough for this after the taxes!"</strong> Another man shouted in anger. Meanwhile the dwarves merchant scowled a touch as he had heard this sad tune before <strong>"You want to eat, I want to get paid! I am not a damnable charity and we're in a famine! EVERYONE IS BLOODY HUNGRY!"</strong> He said continuing to argue with everyone and the more they did the more aggressive the guards became. Someone went for a sack of potatoes but the guard smacked him back with the butt of the spear. The display of violence to protect their goods quelled them for now but they looked like a pack of wild dogs ready to kill each other for a few scraps of meat on a bone. <strong>"Save your sob stories, find the means to pay me for my stocks or get lost!"</strong> Your wagon filled with Edenic food was coming up to the right of the settlement.</em>