The next day dawns bright and clear, if still rather windy, but your new furs are remarkably effective. Olain is waiting for you at the north end of the river road, as promised, with a pair of odd-looking wagons; it takes a moment to realize that they have wooden runners mounted underneath the axles, and the wheels are likely designed to be removable. Each is harnessed to a caribou, and whatever goods they contain are covered by a tarpaulin.

"Hullo there! Right on time. Just put your things in the back corner of the wagon, there; I've left a spot for them. Would it be overly optimistic of me to ask what's in that cask?"