<span class="bbc_u"><strong>The carriage ride to town...or close enough</strong></span><br/><br/><em> The Knight and Youth create a pugent wall of fire that damages the bridge, but keeps the wolf at bay. Those looking back or out the windows can see the 8 foot tall werewolf angrilly frothing over the 6 foot flames. Another earstraining howl is bellowed, but the gunslinger hastily drives the carriage acrossed the bridge and down the road. The carriage lamps are still lit, though her infernal nature does not need them. She sees the road just fine.<br/><br/>After crossing the bridge the woodsman and knight climb to the top of the carriage. The woodsman still pointing his crossbow toward the bridge. Letting out a two tone whistle, his white hawk flies 30 feet above the opposite side of the river, paralleling the carriage.<br/><br/>"sir knight, I trust you received my letter", the woodsman asks, keeping a steady hand and eye acrossed the river. Driver, there is a farm 3 miles up the road, it is safe there, unless you're hellbent on going into town", the young man pauses remembering his place,"forgive me for my haste and impertenance. Times have become rather troubling in this valley, if you could tell by the werewolf. I am Alex Grayson".</em><br/><br/><strong>Those with letters from town will know that Alex Grayson is the acolyte of Gerald Corvin, the spiritual leader of the community. Those of you with bounty clippings will notice one is posted by a Paul Grayson.<br/><br/>Will you stay at the farm or head straight for town?</strong><br/>