The road wanders through rolling hills and heavy forest, ahead there are 23 carts, each with four oxen and for all appearances, the wagons are heavily laden. Sixteen carters are driving these. One giant of a man is sitting in the back of the third wagon, his hand resting on a massive white-marble plinth. Several pictographs adorn each face of the plinth, and all of this is resting on jade armor plating of a blue so deep as to almost be black. The remaining carts were covered with canvas tarping. A finely dressed figure in a deep hood paced beside the wagon train he/she was in charge of, the reins and whip leading from the side. The remainder of the caravan were all deeply tanned, men of various body shapes. Their clothing non-descript canvas and sash designs reminiscent of sailors.<br/><br/>The path ahead edged near an overhanging promontory steep on the roadside, but sloping up from the east, a thin forest with berry bushes near the roadway offers a blind to ambush. At the far side a distressed  woman fans herself at the side of the road, her back against a tree as she nurses a possible twisted ankle by propping it up on a rock..