ROO: Hail, traveler! To which destination are you headed?
GUILD LEADER: To the ends of the earth.
GUILD LEADER: Mind yer own business!
THIEF: What do we know of the defectors?
GUILD LEADER: That tiger and that fox. Utter scum. They have a rabbit, and some random crown.
GUILD LEADER: We have to reach Vale Valley before they do, or all our effort will be for naught!
CLESS: A tiger in a red tunic? A fox in uncomfortably tight leather? Mayhaps a cat in a purple robe?
ROO: Cless?! Shush--!
TOLL COLLECTOR: UH huh.
GUILD LEADER: What?
TOLL COLLECTOR: Those guys know our guys!
GUILD LEADER: Whaddya want? Make it quick.
CLESS: Let us ride with you. We'll protect your caravan and take out those troublemakers for you!
CLESS: Don't show fear. Don't show fear.
ROO: Best case scenario; we *don't* wind up dead in a ditch...