[Sweet monkeys, it lives! :-[ ]<br/><br/>Yespio stopped several times to breathe deeply, inhaling the earthy smells of the farmlands and trees. Unlike most of the other hired guards, she strode and jogged alongside the horses on foot, holding simple conversations with them and trying to learn their names. To anyone who might have observed her, she must have seemed insane, for few people could speak the tongues of beasts as the Fae could.<br/><br/>Speaking to two of the horses pulling the lead wagon, she introduced herself, bowing her head and saying "My name is Yespio, of the sea, and by what names do you address yourselves?"<br/>-------------------------------------------------------------<br/><br/>After an hour or so, the ashen-haired elf man who was to be their guide rode back, reporting to Daisil that the trail was safe... for the time being. He had introduced himself as Gol'mynorr, a name which a few might have recognized as that of a nearly-legendary slayer of monsters, though those stories have been told for centuries. He seems to be a grim man, and speaks little in the time that he rides beside the rest of the caravan before galloping ahead for further scouting.