Stepping out from his lodging, the brisk morning breeze served to awaken Larian's slumbering senses. He stood a moment, soaking in the surroundings while inhaling the refreshing air before determined steps began to carry him onward. He pulled his hood down and did his best to cover himself with his long black coat, using it as a shelter from the frost. A small distance away, people were busy running back and forward, packing and supplying the caravan with cargo and other necessitates for the journey ahead.
The caravan consisted mostly of merchants that sought to seek their fortune in Union City. There were some other civilian passengers that had manage to hitch their way along for the journey. Guess each of them had their own reasoning for wanting to travel from Valjier Town to the much larger Union City. While he could not really blame them for wanting to relocate from the small town, there was something peaceful about the simple life he had witnesses during his stay.
He would not have minded staying for a bit longer before having to depart again.
Knowing that the road to Union City might be perilous and an attractive target bandits, the organizers had put out notices for caravan guards to attend them during their travel. It was fairly low risk work, a nice change from the usual more treacherous work. Thus Larian had signed on as a guard. As he had initially suspected, not many had offered their service in the defense of the caravan.
It was understandable, for to travel such a distance during winter was not common for a reason. Many things can go wrong traversing the land in such climate. The wolves were especially hungry this time of the year and while they likely not attack a caravan, starvation could make them bold.
However, he hoped that the trip would prove uneventful.
Arriving at the wagons, he greeted the workers and made his presence known to his employer, a merchant called Kurt. He was informed that they were just about to depart and thus without delay Larian proceeded to enter the carriage that had been designated to him and the other guards. Entering he noticed that someone had arrived before him, however it was not one of the other guards. While he had not spoken much with the other guards, he had at least been able to greet them if only briefly prior to their departure.
He glanced over towards the woman while unpacking some personal belongings and finding a suitable place for his two-handed steel sword. It served as tools of his trade, thus he had taken care of oil the blade properly and wrapping the edge in a thick layer of fur covered leather in order to protect it from the cold.
For what use is a guard wielding a dull blade?
After settling in briefly his attention shifted more towards the woman, who surely had noticed his entrance however seemed somewhat occupied by the large book that she had placed in her lap. He contemplated the reason for her to have been placed in the same carriage as the guards, perhaps she was there to supervise them on behalf of their new employer? From how little mind she seemed to have given him until now, he thought it unlikely.
"I'm Larian, I've been hired to ensure the safety of the caravan until we reach Union City." He paused a moment, watching for any reaction from her in response to his words.
"May I ask who you are? If we are to travel in the same carriage, we will surely find comfort in each others company to pass the time." He made an effort to smile towards the woman. It would serve them both to get off on the right foot, after all.