Zilo
Anton rubs his chin as he thinks. "Not the road we usually travel, but things seem mostly calm. The occasional patrol of Red Plumes, but they're just keeping their eyes on things. Heard somethin' about some refugees headed this way from Phlan, but that's not in the same direction as where you're headed either. Roads should be clear, from what I know."
Ferrin, Miras, Ophine
Olisandra offers to play, in absence of the others showing interest. "I will gladly take the chance to win some of your pay back from you, if you're so eager to gamble," she teases.