The wagons rattled as they traveled on the dusty roads, jolting occasionally when they hit the occasional rut.  The sun was high and bright, although it was filtered by the green foliage overhead as they passed from the wide farmlands into the woods.  The scent of old wood and fresh mulch permeated the air and tickled your nostrils as the wagons headed deeper and deeper into the woods.  For the moment, all is quiet except for the ambient sounds of the woods as woodland creatures make their way through the hidden paths of the woods and the birds cheerfully chirrup their songs.<br/><br/>Daisil watches the surroundings with care as he holds onto the reins.  There were no signs of trouble and he would prefer to keep it that way.  Nothing turned a profitable trip into a slaughterhouse like being careless and letting a marauding orc band get too close.  He hoped that the hired guards were worth the cost of hiring and keeping their eyes and ears open.  Of the elf scouting ahead, he had yet to return with word if there was an ambush.