Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-27550231-20200125011422/@comment-28358106-20200306050437

Juno tells her story to the drover. She tells him of the brigands who robbed her, stole her goods, killed her horse, threw her into the mud. She explains how she played dead, covered in leaves, and how she has been trying to move the wreckage of her cart for the last hour.

The drover is a merchant, and keen at reading expressions. He watches Juno closely, saying nothing, letting her finish. By the time she has reached the end of her tale, the other drovers have climbed down and have come closer, not wanting to interrupt, but not wanting to be left out, either. Two passengers have also awoken in the second cart and are now watching the proceedings. One, an Elf, scowls, while the other, a rather unkempt adventurer, looks nervous.

Finally, the merchant sighs, and turns to the others.

"All right, boys. Let's get this moved and done with.  We're losing daylight.  Miska, stay in your seat."

As the drovers move closer and begin to lay hands on the wooden rubble that once was a cart, the merchant's daughter looks on nervously from her seat...