The Triboar Trail Ambush

Two days’ journey on the High Road south from Neverwinter has passed without incident. Highsun on the journey’s third day, the party is in high spirits, enjoying fair weather and pleasant travel. Rhogar turns the wagon’s ox-team eastward along the Triboar Trail while Roden, looking even more diminutive than usual seated next to the towering dragonborn, is happily nursing a bottle of wine he uncorked that morning. Boirin, who, though polite, has developed a low opinion of Rhogar’s gruff driving, has taken to walking with the oxen, gentling the faithful beasts. Rana, meanwhile, skulks behind the wagon, avoiding the small-talk and polite conversation that inevitably arises from languorous journeys. As a result, the others become more acquainted than he and consider the high-elf somewhat peculiar, if not suspect.