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>>/4380/ Many of the drivers have set their horses and other animals free to graze and sleep in the cleared area and meadow. Others have tied their animals to their cart but given them more slack. [1d20=20] When Ashley left, not a single one of the many beasts of burdens noticed or cared, nor will they. However, [1d20=8] some of the drivers including the road master did. >>/4382/ > Ashley Nya be more careful! Someone might shoot you if you pull that off in public Nya! [1d20=8] The road master heard Cat yelling at this mythical beast as it ran off though he didn't see or hear much else like where it came from or what it was going to do. Gundren and Sildar, having spent all day with you four, and seeing the posters of the big Cat around Neverwinter, he knows who that Panther is and heads the road master off. "Good evening master, it's a fine night for a patrol eh?" Gundren said and steps between the road master and the campfire. "Gundren! Been a little while since I've seen you down this way. Now why do I get the impression that the Panther I just saw was one of yours?" Gundren hands the road master a poster he took with him, "I'd like to be down more, I'm trying to supply Phandalin like I always do, and I know the road guard are doing their best, but you know with the recent events on the Triboar Trail I needed my own protection. Imagine this, we were on our way, just south of Neverwinter, not Three miles south and a mountain lion hopped on the carriage!" The road master reads the poster and laughs, "damn those shapeshifters! I'll borrow this if you don't mind." His expression then turns more serious, "hm, been hearing tales like that more frequently," he looks off to the tree line, "yeah, something foul has overtaken the lands south of Neverwinter. Three miles you say? That's unexpected but with all the refugees on the roads lately I'm not too surprised. We've been finding gruesome scenes as of late, the owlbears and other predictors have been having more than rabbits on the menu lately. Yeah, we'll have to put out a notice soon to cull any predators that hunt the High Road. Anyway, let's go check out your load." Gundren leads him off toward the cart and away from poor overstressed Yulya. >>/4383/ > And there comes an angry looking road master yelling and storming toward her demanding an explanation. Yulya's imagination has run wild; thinking the worst and frustrated that nothing in her past has prepared her for any sort of leadership, let alone any natural skill to weather tough situations, the road ahead for poor Yulya seems unnecessarily dark. > Yulya crawls into the tent and barricades herself inside while loudly reciting prayers. She pushes Ashley's pack and her own against the flap and tries her best to think happy thoughts and de-stress. >>/4385/ > What kind of stone-age vehicle is this? Why doesn't it have any suspension? Are the people all monkeys in this world? Once they've stopped, Alice inspects under the heavy carriage and does find heavy leaf springs, but they're ill suited for a smooth ride. This is no leisure cart; originally used to transport heavy troops in full plate and war supplies, it's not set up with the modern convinces of a passenger carriage. Heavy duty, steel tracked wheels don't offer any sort of relief against the bumps and ruts of a gravel road either. The suspension on this cart is meant as a bare minimum of protection for the integrity tons of heavy cargo, not much else.