OOC:
Going to go ahead and push forward. Those that didn't post actions, you'll be stayin' in the cart.
As you all prepare a grand wall of shields and weapons, the band of humans breaks free of the tall grass at a run, without uttering a single sound. They turn and head down the road towards you. As soon as they see the weapons drawn and shields presented, they pull up short. The man in the front puts a hand out to one side as he looks around, somewhat confused.
You ain't Jeffers! You dolts told me Jeffers'd be here and he'd - uh - he'd get a lark or two out of the ol' "fake highwayman" act! He says, first to you, the bit about dolts to the men on either side of him.
Beggin' yer pardon, m'name's Clint Greenwalt. Who might you lot be? the lead man says as he pulls his scarf down away from his face.