All of the paladins and half-orcs ride off toward the cart crew. They pick their way down into the valley, and then head after them. The ground terrain is rough and untamed, often making it difficult to get the horses to move quicker than a walk. The relatively short distance takes the better part of an hour to cross.
Soon, you spy the creatures. They have heard you in the otherwise quiet valley, and are ready. They've spread out in a rough semi-circle, blades drawn and teeth bared, and ready to receive your advance. Behind them, you see the cart, on which there are three barrels, along with assorted other sundry goods.
"Bring your fresh meat here, fools, and we may let you keep one of your legs!" one of them yells in a growly voice.
Owen, Kelvin, and Cyrind'ae are located 60' behind the paladins.
Initiative from all, please.
Rolls
Initiative, jackalweres - (1d20+2)
(14) + 2 = 16