It seems that I spoke too soon. We were only a few hours out from Clearwater, when we ran into a strange fellow blocking the road. He demanded all of our valuables and wouldn’t hear anything I had to say to talk him out of it. Choosing avarice over common decency, he signaled for his band of merry men to ambush us.
The guards the caravan hired ran away immediately. Fortunately, I was waiting for an opportunity like this. That reserved eccentric fellow who we picked up in Turtlemill also sprang to the occasion. It seemed odd since he was wearing no armor to speak of. I know that there are those who call upon strange powers and cannot do it in armor, but the sight of an unarmed man in robes running towards armed men always looks like suicide.
No, what was truly odd was the monstrous snake-like beast that he commanded. It made short work of the men who attacked the caravan from the back, and sent the archers on the sides fleeing. I dispatched their leader and his second, and took a third man prisoner to answer to the justice of Clearwater.