Sam just grins as Gunnison creaks up in his wagon. Only now do you notice his two assistants riding just behind the driver's seat.

"Well Tom, you ready to open up and head out?"

"Ready as we'll ever be. Tobias, go see if anything is close by."

He indicates a ladder on the inside wall of the stockade. The wall is braced from the inside by large trunks of trees, and is made up of thirty foot tall stakes, woven together with branches in a sort of wicker fashion. The gate is a crude drawbridge riding in greased wooden bearings and drawn up by a capstan.