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"Boss, we got a few..." Caenna began to relay to her boss within the carriage.

"More than a few..." Climbs-the-Stars interjected.

"Well...yeah," Caenna nodded.

"I heard..." their employer drawled, calmly. "It's fine. It's interestin'..."

The doors to the carriage were opened wide, and the group was greeted with the sight of two people sitting in the most cleanly decorated and spacious carriage they'd ever seen on the Rock. Seats designed for comfort, not simply there just to have something to sit on. Cushions. A carpet on the floor. A lantern hung from it's roof, providing pleasant lightning for all those seated within.

Of the two passengers one would seem familiar to some of the travelers, the former Sorillian known as Syra. The other one was a man far more well dressed than most of those on the Rock, though his attire was more or less typical of it's inhabitants. Black wide brimmed hat. Duster coat to protect one from harsh sands, though his buttons appeared to be made of gold. True, solid gold. From what hair they could see, it was blond, and he wore a pair shades that completely obscured his eyes.

But was he of the Rock.

"Welcome, welcome! To my humble little wagon!" he greeted.

The accent seemed to indicate a yes.

"Couldn't help but overhear y'all conversatin' with my two associates outside," He smiled. "That boy tellin' the truth?" the man asked, nodding at Otis. "You tryin' to find the witch of the wastes?"