Thus you've arrived at Neverwinter's southern gate, tired from your long walk but otherwise in good spirits. Low on rations and funds you consider your next move. And considering you know nothing about Neverwinter, you approach the southern gate walking in the shadow of a large caravan cart pulled by a train of six Rothè. The familiar sound of the massive animals hooves pawing at the ground like distant thunder and the large steel lined wheels loudly crunching gravel like a rock tumbler come to a slow stop. The silence is ironically deafening.

Two guards in heavy armor are inspecting the cart ahead, they seem to be asking the driver for something and the glint of a token on a long chain seems to have appeased them. They haven't seen you and the cart you've been following is the third back.

No further carts are coming behind you as far down the road as you can see.

There is a stiff breeze rolling up from the western shore bringing a further chill to the already chilly air.

You do not yet appear out of place, no one, including the driver closest to you seems to have noticed you. The only witness is the rearmost right Rothè, who snorts in your general direction and then paws the ground as if yearning to pull again.

[From here on out, when I end the scene, you will decide what to do and simply write your actions, dialogue talk amongst yourselves here or take any action you see fit. At any time I may interject with more information. Ashley will generally wait until someone else has said something to begin so that it's not just us two playing.]