Ulf snorts, "Sounds like too many towns I've seen."

"Well..." he looks around at the weather, "...no telling what the storms will do, we might try to get a little further on before camping. Good fortune to you all!"

He takes a few paces onward and waits for his companions to finish talking with the dwarves.

Shautha nods at Ulf's words, still looking at the dwarves. "Good luck... But if you don't mind, did you happen to hear who this inept idiot's name was?" She asks, curious.

No, for some reason the townmaster.. mayor .. whatever... isn't even lettin his own citizens inside the building. Givin orders through the doors.

Ulric listens interest as the conversation carries on. As he hears about the mayor's actions, his eyes narrow ever so slightly as he ponders what that could mean. Perhaps he's hiding something...

Seeing that the wind has finally died down, Ulric takes a few steps away from the group. He outstretches his hand, and the air in front of him shatters as he fractures reality for a moment. From the spinning shards of the multiverse, Cyrin flies out and lands on his shoulder. He relaxes his arm, and the fabric of reality fuses itself back together. Cyrin nuzzles him before flying off with a small hoot. She begins making a wide circle above the group.

Will assume everyone's good to continue in 3ish hours.

The suspicious behaviour of the mayor catches Ulf's interest. "I think we pass though the town on our way. Perhaps we should visit the mayor."

Shautha makes a low mocking laugh when hearing about the mayor. "Anyone who rules like that its no more than a weakling" She thinks.

When the others turn to leave, she follows, still laughing silently to herself.

All the dwarves speak in unison more or less as they say Aye, well you folk take care then. And keep an eye to the sky and the ground, never know what's gonna happen 'round here. We will too. Maybe we'll see ye again. Safe travels! and moving into a soft formation once they had free'd themselves from the rope and returned the offered rope from before, they march on to what you all would guess would be Redlarch. 

Continuing on your own way down the path, now with significantly less trouble, the sun setting reminds you all that night is starting to fall. So the question of whether to start setting up a camp or to proceed through it hits all of your minds.

Sadly that's all I can post since someone DID mention setup up camp earlier, I don't want to take away player decision, once i've recieved two of the same reply, I will continue with that. 

(( I think Ulf mentioned camping when the winds were high ))

"Let us move on and find a camp site, perhaps near water" Ulf says, consulting the map briefly.

That mayor needs a visit.
Should we even go into the town? It seems like a waste of time.
Do I need to repeat myself?

Ylnira's stern expression tightens momentarily before resuming the regular, calming - yet fierce - disposition that adorns her features. "Safe travels to you, as well." Ylnira resumes trudging along through the wind, watching the behavior of her companions. "I am not experienced with surviving in the wilderness," Ylnira admits in the direction of Ulf and Shautha, fully prepared for probable mirth on the Half-Orc's behalf, "So I will defer to the decisions of those who are. If setting a camp for the night is the safest course of action, so be it. However, I do know that undead tend to be more prevalent when the sun is obscured - if the necromancer happens to be nearby, I believe retreating behind the safety of a shelter may be in our best interest." 

(Lol, didn't realize the wind had died down.)

"As long as we don't get attacked, we all should be fine." Shautha says. "But we should get a little further before camping. All the time we waste resting or standing is time we could have spent moving closer to our objective."

For whatever reason, Yin continues to trudge as if the wind was still billowing insanely, when at worst it was a light breeze, likely drawing confused stares from her compatriots. As the group looks for a good spot to camp, preferably with a nearby water source it doesn't take very long to realize that they are surrounded by mostly flat, open land for miles around them with badlands to the east of them where it starts becoming part of the large hills and mountains , and a little behind them if they looked up, shadowed in the moon light at the edge of one of these hills was a massive tower piercing the sky.

Once the realization came that there were no nearby sources of water nor any good shelters for camp, at-least anywhere within a reasonable distance or timeframe after having moved for atleast eight hours now, one was setup off to the side of the road once the hour grew even later and it was now about nine at night. Before anyone had gone to bed, and while camp was still in the process of being set-up, a rather large group of people were walking down angularly just off of the road, visible only due to the moons light but they seemed to be coming from the southeast as opposed to the road, which would be directly south. But the group was comprised of eight sword and shield wielding humanoids, a single robed figure walking in the center of the group, and being led by a pair of rather large, and heavyset figures walking directly towards the camp at a casually-swift pace, still a good distance off but they seemed to be coming directly for the camp, even if no fire was made.

What do you do?

If there is no cover or useful terrain nearby (eg. a rock or tree to have at ones back), then Ulf would watch as they approach, his bow ready, but no arrow knocked. When they get within bow (short) range (150') he would shout a greeting. "Hail travellers. Strange direction you're coming from. You'll no doubt pardon our caution in these strange times."

 Ylnira's perceptive ears pick up the encroaching band of travelers. She stands, arms loosely folded behind her back, having some internal dialogue with her other half. Regardless of the apparent group's intentions, Ylnira swiftly pockets the one or two pieces of equipment she had laid out in preparation for the night. She senses trouble - very few are as battle-ready as the party ahead if they were simply traveling. She wonders who they are protecting. "Who goes there?" she calls, shortly after Ulf, "We are but travelers of the land." She takes a step forwards to directly meet the two approaching, whether that be diplomatically or otherwise. 

Shautha is tense, and as her companions speak she draws her club.

"They outnumber us. I don't like this..." She hisses, grasping her weapons tightly.

Ulf grunts, "Agreed. Let's hope they stop and talk, or things might get ugly" he says, his grip on his bow tightening.

(( @DM: can we tell the race of the newcomers? Are they carrying lights/torches/lanterns? ))

The pair in front part as the entire group ceases movement. The robed figure in the center of the entourage  steps ever so slightly forward, His robe was also a chain-shirt of sorts, and getting a better look at the group it seems most of them were wearing leather or less. Many of them without shirts at all and only wearing the bare minimum to cover their bodies, except the robed figure himself.

Kneeling, the two in front put their arms across his body as if to protect him from harm, but over this he shouts to the party Hail and well met, travelers of the land. We come from our own camp at the behest of our friend. Perhaps you are the ones we seek? Or perhaps you are allies come to inform us of their whereabouts? he says, as his hands come up, and start to move, crossing the forefingers and overlapping the thumbs to create an X-shape linked by a line across the bottom. Only just barely visible at the distance they stopped which was at roughly 90 feet away from the camp.

The sword and boarders behind them still having their weapons sheathed, as they waited to see what would come next. They possessed no torches or other forms of light, at-least not at present, if not for the fullness of the moon they might never have been visible at all. 

Yin observs the group and she can tell that their hostility or lack-thereof may be entirely based on what happens next, but they are not immediately hostile, nor peaceful. They are waiting to see what the group does next.

Their race seems to be entirely human, except the two large men at the front who may or may not be. 

As the conversation carries on, Ulric's gaze flickers over to Cyrin. She hoots quietly in agreement before taking flight. She rises into the night air and begins circling about. She looks at the ground from her birds-eye view to make sure that nothing is sneaking up on them. In Ulric's suspicious mind, he thinks, Maybe this is a diversion of some kind, a facade...

He shouts out to them to be heard, "We're just simple travelers heading south to meet some friends. Perhaps you've confused us with someone else." He briefly considered weaving some sort of lie to build of the stranger's story like the heroes he used to read about, but in real life, those kind of lies hardly work. They're a just a simple fantasy told to people to distract them from how the real world works. Besides, it never hurts to play it safe.

Ulric lies to pass the group off "normal people."

Cyrin looks for possible danger .

Shautha doesn't relinquish her weapons, but still visibly relaxes. When Ulric lies about traveling to meet with friends, she gives him a questioning glance, but says nothing.

"Who's this friend of yours?" She asks with a demanding tone.

Only a few of the eyes shoot up as the bird goes up, apparently not everyone seeing it do so but still, they take noo hostile action, though the robed figure's tone seems to shift a bit when he see's it arise before it vanishes, blending into the sky. Simple travelers? Ah, I see. It seems we have run across the wrong people. Our friend told us that someone had been rather rude to their friend, so we had come in hopes of meeting with this person.. or rather pair of people but now I see that there are four of you. As for whom our friend is, half-orc... they deal with elicate work and if you are not of us, which we now know you are not... that is not information we can divulge. 

Cirin flies over the battlefield, and can see the party and the group they've just met but there seems to be no one else around, and with the complete and utter lack of cover, it's impossible for some hidden group or person short of being invisible to escape the birds eye. It also came to everyone's attention that they were effectively shouting across the gap between them. 

Would you allow myself and enough of my friends to match the size of your group to approach so that atleast we need not yell, lest we attract something neither of us wish for?