by Kelne » Wed Nov 19, 2003 6:58 pm
"Yes, I'll be coming," Siolen said, "I'd go mad just waiting around with the caravan." Seeing that a consensus had been reached, she set about procuring suitable chocobos for the trip. It was still early, and there was a good deal of traveling time left in the day.
After some discussion, it was decided that Andre would remain with the caravan in case the bandits decided to try their luck again, unlikely as that might seem. A dour faced individual by the name of Herik was left in charge of the caravan, charged with completing the repairs as soon as possible and continuing to Kohlingen.
After patching up the worst of everyone's damage with a few potions from the caravan's stores and a few false starts getting Assassin used to riding, the group made fairly good time. Their prisoner darted nervous glance about on a regular basis, but thought better of any escape attempt.
The night was spent at a cold campsite, with the bandit tied securely to a handy tree, and someone on watch at all times. Morning saw them back on the road early, after a somewhat hurried breakfast. By noon, the coast and Kohlingen had drawn into sight. Siolen drew her reins in atop a small rise short of the city, bringing the group to a halt for a final conference before entering.