Helping with Adventurer Party Management

Sarah whispered to me on the road to the caravan's quarters.

"Hey, what did I find out, too, why didn't that guy figure it out?

"Shh, my voice is loud. You know, suppose Sarah was walking alone with the rest of us. I heard something happened back there. What if I thought?

"Well, I'll run. Even if I look like this, my legs are fast."

"So what if the party gets attacked?

"I'll fight you backwards. Naturally."

"Yes. I mean, Goulzin has started with one carriage and increased his fortune. At that time, it was right to abandon the back and run away if anything happened. But now he's the leader of eight caravans. The right answer has changed."

"Uh. I see."

Goulzin raised his low voice at Giro.

"Do you want to do something a little more?

Sarah hid behind my back.

You must have heard... Well, okay.

"What I said is rational. But it would actually be difficult. The speed of the carriage varies daily due to the weight of the luggage and the condition of the horse. Only you, the leader of the caravan, notice that.

The carriage owner and I should make time to discuss it every morning. He knows his horse better than anyone. Tell me why and get an accurate estimate of the speed.

The leader rides the rear carriage. The strongest escort focuses on combat. That should stabilize the feelings of the caravan and the battle. "

Hmm, Goulzin snorted as he rubbed his jaw with his big hand

"I don't like it. But that seems like a pretty good head job. Coming to the caravan?

"I'll stop. I have bad legs. If the carriage flips, he'll leave you."

I used to think about moving to a merchant escort as a way out after I quit being an adventurer.

However, I retired with a bad leg, so I lost my way.

"Oh. Then you should stop. I run late when the carriage is hit. It is often a long walk when there are lots of ramps, luggage and water. If you can't walk, the Intercity Merchant can't do it."

"Yes. That's the same for adventurers. The money story I brought you is a story that will change that."

Show me the crate I brought to your side.

And, bugging, and I heard a blow to something. Looking in the direction of the sound, Swivelry almost sheathed his sword.

"What, it's just a pickpocket?"

Swivelry responds lightly before the disoriented and falling poor.

But there's no way there's a sleigh targeting a group with a leader of a major caravan and a deputy chief of the Swordtooth Corps.

Look at those swooping legs, your outstretched hands. You're cutting your nails off with chicken.

I don't have more time than I thought. My impatience only deepened, but I can't abandon the advantages I built in pre-negotiation to my gouldin 'opponents because of it.

I tried to fake the casual wind and walked silently.