The bad news, the bandits had numbers, and a head start. The good news, the carts would definitely slow them down as well as any injured. The open road moved west for several miles, covering ground that held forests and glades that would bleed the hearts of the poet. Now, they meant threat or field of fire and attack possibilities. A beautiful picnic park holding a picturesque swan pond was passed at lunch, marred by the brigand's body at the side of the road, having the audacity to choose here to die of wounds that were gained this morn. All signs say he has been here less than a candlemark.<br/><br/>From the top of the next rise, the caravan of carts with their herders can be seen along a stretch of the road that is visible. They are moving at a comfortable pace. You will catch them within the hour. On the stretch of road, you catch sight of fourteen carts, though there are more ahead of these, since several carts are bound together.<br/>