At the question Rav puffed out her chest proudly.

"I made Captain just over 2 years ago! One of the youngest in my regiment's history. But then I've been around fighting since birth and I was drafted as a scout and messenger by the time I was 12 and joined up officially just before I was 15." She then paused. "What about you? What caused you to take the oath?" She asked, she was always interested in the tales of war and she had found Paladins always told interesting stories.

Captain already?!? That is impressive. When asked about my Oath my gaze wonders briefly as if thinking back. Kelemvor saved me. I owe a debt I can never repay. So now I hunt out that which should not be.

Rav nods.

"I can understand that. My life too was saved, though by a comrade on the battlefield in my case. I also made a promise, I will never leave a comrade behind!"

Good to know. I think we should see if our friend over there wants to join the conversation instead of just listening in on it.

I say that last part loudly.

The street is gradually lit with a chilly glow as dawn begins to encroach on the dreary grey sky. A light drizzle starts to fall from the clouds above.

A few minutes pass before the door to the inn bursts open abruptly and a short halfling in a grey traveling coat and large boots stumbles through them, a haphazard stack of waterproofed map tubes, bags, and other odds and ends teetering in her hands. A brown cap is set at an angle on her head, strands of red hair poking out from underneath like angry snakes. You recognize her as Mortise Filgretti, your client. 

 "Oh drat," she hisses. "Oh, bother!" Looking up, she spots Requital and Ravagella standing in the street. "H-hey, there! You're the mercenaries, right?!"

Sybil comes hurrying up the road to the inn, a tiny grey dragon on her shoulder. A long coat covers most of her body, leaving just her face and head open to the air. She looks at the group and gives them a quick smile before turning and pulling some jerky out of her bag, tossing it in the air and letting the small dragon catch it out of the air. Her green eyes track his movements carefully. "Me too," she adds with a smile as Mortise comes out.

We are. Let us help you with that. 

Requital grabs up an handful of the halfling load.

Looking at the elf. I would guess you are with us as well?

Sybil tosses the remainder of her jerky into the air and also takes some of Mortise's stuff. The dragon neatly catches the meat, swallowing it and giving each person a long look before landing on Sybil's shoulder and nipping her ear.

"Good! Yes! What a relief!" The scattered halfling looks up at the Aasimar, nodding vigorously before setting her things down and beginning to stuff them into a rucksack obviously designed for a human-sized user. Mortise lets out a tittering laugh. "I don't know what I was thinking, worrying that you wouldn't show!" She winces at the potential offense. "Ah, in any case... did any of you have any questions before we leave?"

Rav looked on as the Halfling fumbled with their belongings. At the question, she shakes her head.

"None apart from where we are going?" She asked, heading t her horse and refitting the bridle in preparation for departure.

"Yes, actually...what will we be guarding, and where are we going?" Sybil raises an eyebrow, the little dragon on her shoulder scrambling onto her head abruptly.

And how much are we being paid?

And though Rrequital had said nothing nor seemingly made any sign to Black Rose the horse walked up to her and stood waiting. 

In response to the paladin and their halfling employer Illanjura simply says "I am indeed. I gave my word, of course I am ready." As she speaks she gathers up her longbow and quiver and slings them over her back preparing to move.

She then adds a further question to the list "How large is the caravan?"

Lifting the items taken from Mortise. And where can I put all this?

Mortise looks between each of you, pausing in the work of packing her bag as she clears her throat, adjusting her hat.

"We'll be heading to Mefuut through the Marshwood, then up through the mountains to Coronith, and finally across the plains to Goldengate," she explains, fumbling for a chart to show you. "Our cargo is a variety of commissioned works from various guilds around the kingdom, as well as some spices and the like tacked on for offload. You're being paid fifty gold pieces at each major stop, and your accommodations along the way will be paid for. And, ah... as for our caravan... we'll meet up with some other shipments around Coronith, but until that point," she coughs nervously. "You're looking at her."

The halfling gestures to the open bag. "Oh, thank you, just... put it in here."

Sybil nods. "I see. Thank you." She places the things she took from Mortise in the bag and then glares up at the small dragon currently roosting on her head. "Rio. Down. We're trying to make a good impression." Rio hops off her head and sits demurely on top of Sybil's bag, watching everyone curiously.

Requital bends down and holds her arms out allowing the halfling to pack her belongings. Once her hands are empty of Mortise's belongs she stands back up. That sounds fine for the most part. However an additional 50 gold payment upfront seems reasonable to me. It took some expense to get here. And then perhaps introductions between the rest of us. My name is Requital, and this is Black Rose. I say stroking my horses muzzle. Which does raise another question. Have the rest of you got horses? or perhaps a cart?

(Question for the DM. Are you planning on making a campaign for us to join our character to?)