Fortune favors the bold.

"The names Owen." You lie. "I haven't much room but you are welcome to a ride. I could use the company." You answer the large man.

"Thank you! Really, thank you!" Nisa says cheerfully. Amon removes the sword from his belt and hands it up to you. Carefully placing it under the bench to give you the opportunity to slide the demonic canister further away from the pair of adventurers, as they place their packs in the back of your wagon near the wooden crate full of ritual supplies.

"I trust you know how to use those turkey cutters, my lady." You give Nisa a smile as she helps Amon climb up the wagon.

"You could say that." She returns your smile with one of her own. With a flash, the daggers are in her hands as she skillfully twirls them about and sheaths them as quickly as they came out. She gives a cute girlish laugh at her own display of skill before climbing up to take a seat next to Amon. It's a tight fit for the three of you but you manage it.

"If we do get attacked again, I don't think I will be of much help." Amon admits with a deep rumble of a laugh. "But we do appreciate the ride." He begins to dig for the pouch on his belt.

"I'm sure the beautiful lady can protect us both. She seems quite skilled." You can see Nisa's cheeks blush at your compliments. "Keep your silver. The pleasant company and protection are all I need." You insist and whip your horses back into motion.

"Are you sure?" The large man's brow furrows with confusion. "I have never known a man to turn down coin."

"Don't insult the man's generosity, Amon." Nisa chides her companion and gives you an apologetic look.

"Honest, I would normally be paying the likes of you to accompany me for protection." You play up the role of a traveling merchant. "Tonight we both have something to gain from this chance meeting." Amon still looks slightly confused but relents, happy to keep his coin. These adventurers may be skilled but slightly naive.

Soon you come to the crossroads and turn the wagon east again, towards the capital and over the bridge. "Where are you headed anyway?" Amon asks.

"Gramsby. I have supplies I hope to sell to the local farmers." You lie.

"Oh, you're not heading all the way to Dalvathen?" Nisa chimes in. Her melodious voice contrasting that of Amon's gruff. "That's fine. Gramsby has an inn we can stay at. A local farmer is sure to part with a couple of horses to take us the rest of the way."

"But it's still a couple days ride. There is an old forest up ahead. Used to be home to a camp of goblins but they got cleared out a few years back. Should be safe enough to camp." Amon adds. "Unless you were planning on riding all night." He states inquisitively.

"I wasn't really. Just wanted to make it this side of the river and find a good place to stop for the night. The old forest sounds great to me." You give the pair your best fake laugh to keep the ruse going. It's not difficult as camping in the forest would be a perfect place to get the drop on them. As the two discuss their plans after reaching Gramsby, you feel the hunger of the beast growing from within the canister. Dark knowledge enters your mind of its desire for their bodies and you begin to form a plot. The forest is now in view ahead and the time is quickly approaching.