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Yeah, that's fine by me. I trust you'll keep track of days. Sounds cool.
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Graff snarls at Haltash. "Fine, dammit. Fine! But one hour, and then we take off. That's all I give!"
The Majestic drifts down to the ground, and you see the caravans suddenly square themselves in a defensive position. When it is seen that the airship means no harm, a small squad of horsemen ride up - they arrive right as you land and lower ladders.
There are over two dozen wagons, and nearly fifty heads of livestock. There are easily 30 outriders. Each caravan is brightly coloured, and the riders that greet you are wearing bandanas across their faces, and turbans in their hair that range from simple whites to an eye-searing orange. There are six riders in all that come to greet you.
As they pull close, the one in the orange turban pulls his bandana off, revealing a very pale, freckled face riddled with pock marks. "Well met, travelers. What can Baren's Caravan bring you?"