As the caravan enters a wooded ravine, you are surprised to see a lone woman standing in the middle of the road, seemingly unperturbed by the mounted column descending upon her. She raises her hand in greeting, and you turn and signal for the column to stop. Her appearance marks her out as a member of a steppe tribe, and she bows low as you ride closer.
"Good day," she says. "I am Keska, servant of Myrshala, a powerful ruler of these parts. Tell me, who leads such a grand caravan of riders through the Varrel Hills?"