As you approach the caravan, you see its moving towards you. Their carts are covered, but the drivers are wearing the livery of a common mercantile delivery group. They've made their coin running shipments along the road for those merchants that can't afford or can't be bothered to get their own wagons and transport crews. As Ada waves, the driver of the lead cart pulls up on the reins halting his crew.
Well, g'day to ya, ye motley travelers. How goes the road that direction? Clean and clear of banditry are we? the dwarf says, eyes twinkling from under a prodigious brow.