Once Dorn and the others got closer, the group made their way to the middle of the caravan.
It seemed most of the people in the caravan were from the south. There were only a few Half-Elf Rangers, who had probably been hired by the merchant caravan as guides.
The people in the caravan were sizing up Colin's group, many with worried expressions, like sheep watching a Shepherd toss a wolf into their pen.
Sure enough, several wagons in the caravan were stuck on tree roots.
But with nearly a hundred people on hand, this was just a minor inconvenience.
After dealing with this small problem, the caravan set off again.
"Ou—Our luck is pretty good." Dorn laughed, patting the wagon beneath him. "Looks like that merchant is quite respectful of you, a noble. Kid."
The group was now sitting in a wagon with a simple canopy.
