Some time after Aurelia disappeared over the horizon of trees, the sound of wooden wheels clattering down the dirt road signaled the approach of a small wagon.  Fortunately the noise approached from the opposite direction of the fort, but who knew if it was a lone traveler or a wagon full of Alaqant reinforcements?<br/><br/>Oblivious to the chaos the night before, an old man driving a rickety, covered wagon down the road found himself in the party's chosen clearing and stopped his horse a few feet away.  Through drooping, narrow eyes he scrutinized the group before him wondering if these were regulars or bandits that meant him some harm.  But save for two men who seemed rather unsavory in fearsome armor or dark cloak the party didn't seem so threatening.  Alice was obviously someone of rank with her fine clothes, and felt at ease when he noticed a holy pegasus rider at her side.<br/><br/>"Hello!  Are you... am I near the Silesian camp already?  Why are you not at the fort?" he shouted, waking the two passengers behind him he had agreed to transport.