<div class="floatleft">(https://i.pinimg.com/originals/c7/79/40/c77940d37de57eafa46826d03d2793fa.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Ianthe Eroth<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Moonwood<br/><strong>Tag:</strong>Everyone<br/><strong>Initiative:</strong>N/A<br/><strong>Free Action:</strong>N/A<br/><strong>Swift Action:</strong>N/A<br/><strong>Standard Action:</strong>N/A<br/><strong>Move Action:</strong>N/A<br/><strong>Feats or SA used:</strong>N/A<br/><strong>Warning:</strong>None (PG rating).<br/><hr/><br/>As the group settled into their appointed tasks, Ianthe could not shake the feeling there was something wrong.  It was odd as it was not a sense of danger or immediate threat, but thee situation was far from common.  It was not the first time a supply caravan had been delayed by weather, but never had it been to this extent, nor with no word reaching the Hand.  There was also the long winter, a bitter one which bordered upon the unnatural.  The hand of followers of Auril, the Frostmaiden were found to have a hand in such, and Ianthe had lead the war party which destroyed their congregation and scattered them to the winds, but the damage had been done.  The two events could not be related, but Ianthe had not earned the position she did by ignoring her intuition.  Keyleigh must have had something similar bothering her.<br/><br/>Ianthe put her back into the work at hand, which was not so difficult as it was awkward and labor intensive.  As she and Harlan saw to the dealing with making a means of dealing with the shallow depressions of mud and the rest of the caravan to extract their last wagon from it, Nandi and Aramis combined their talents to deal with the wagon wheels.  Only three more wheels were needed, and two of those spares for they anticipated the road to still be difficult despite the aid finally arriving from the Hand, if not the aid which they had hoped for.  With the assistance from the near exhausted druids of the caravan, they did indeed manage to finally craft the remaining three wheels, but not before the setting of the sun.  Yet to a race who had no need of light and were equally as comfortable under the stars as they were under the sun, such made little difference.  With all preparations in order, and with no word at all of any threat in any direction, the caravan started on the move, the party from the Hand augmenting the ranks.  At the current pace it would be at least six days back to the Hand, but it could not be helped.  All things considered, the outcome was about as best as one could hope for, and needed supplies were on the move to their final destination.<br/><br/>But yet...