Terrick is about thirty feet in front of the merchant caravan he's been hired to scout for, when the ranger notices the large pile of droppings in the trail before them, causing him to slow his march.
Ferun, the spice merchant from Griffonport, and boss of the caravan looks over, noting Terrik's change of pace.
"Is everything alright? Its almost nightfall, and I was hoping to arrive in Brighton by nightfall."
Ferun's companion, a paranoid looking Faramaaran cracks his knuckles loudly.
The entire trip the man has said nothing.
Terrick knows the group is only an hour from reaching their destination but, any delays would cause them to arrive after the sun has set.