The flowing river is nearly black with some sort of contamination. There is a human on all fours, gulping at it desperately.

You are now close enough to identify the white smudge as a wagon - several of them. An empty caravan.

Behind that, you can see the road again.

Baladitya quickly goes past the human drinking the water. No good can come from that. With luck, she can slip into the wagon caravan and join them on the way to town.

The wagon caravan is still. You see about three sleeping bodies scattered around. As you come closer, you realize that they have their eyes open - but are breathing.

You hear rustling from within one of the wagons.

Baladitya crouches down to examine the three sleeping bodies.

roll a d20!

Rolled...

an 18!

NICE OK

They're in perfect health. Not quite sleeping, but not quite comatose. After watching them for a bit, you can see their lips moving ever so slightly, as if they're trying to talk.

The rummaging beside you continues. It sounds increasingly chaotic and loud. When you first came, it sounded like one person, but now it sounds like several creatures stomping around.

Reassured that the bodies seem to be okay, Baladitya draws a dagger and approaches the noises from the unknown source.

You approach the wagon. The door is now rattling from the movement inside, becoming more and more violent as you approach.

When you touch the handle, the sound stops. The wagon is empty when you open it. Behind you, the dirt path awaits.

Baladitya stares at the wagon in confusion... today has been very strange. She decides she will stay with the caravan a little while longer, she is intrigued by the sleeping people and elf with many eyes.