Clues

“Captain, would you bring that lantern over here, please?” she called out to Kline as she knelt down and began rifling through the bedrolls and packed baggage, her nose wrinkling at the smell. The bandits in Dalen were made up of peasants, army deserters and escaped slaves that had turned to robbery and plunder to scrape by. What could be found among their meagre assortment of personal possessions was anybody's guess.
“I don't quite know what we're looking for exactly, but I suppose there is always a chance something interesting will turn up,” Kalena commented with irony and humor, half-amused at the situation, and consciously pushing aside the worry about the precious secret of hers that was now known to the little Fey man, who so far had not given the slightest hint as to what that might be...

He did not know what to expect, and the camp was not what he had expected. This looked more prepared, more organized then just a roving band of bandits, and when did bandits be able to afford horses and the saddles. He had been looking the gear over when she was inspecting the bedrolls. Some of the gear was filthy, and had to look of a bandit, other parts looked brand new.

He stood from where he had been crouched down, near the horses, a distance from the coals of the fire the bandits had been cooking over.

He brought the lantern over and looked in the tent Kalena had entered. The equipment lay strewn about, a large pack dominated the center of the room. Kline looked as Kalena approached it.

The letter was at the top, sealed with a wax seal, written on fine paper. The hand that wrote it looked practiced, it was short, and clear. It named the road the shipment was traveling on and how many men would be protecting it. It offered a warning that Baron Lowson might be traveling with it.

“Stop the shipment and bring the spoils to me. I will see you paid handsomely for the wine, and any heads you deliver.”

The letter was unsigned, but the wax was pressed with a seal. Some of it was broken and Kline was not as keen with the coats of arms as he should be. He knew it was the duty of a noble to know such things.

He had been reading the letter over Kalena’s shoulder, leaning in he realized his head was right next to hers. The smell of the flower she scented her hair with filled his head suddenly as he turned to look at her. “Oh, sorry.” He said softly, though he hesitated before stepping back.

OOC- The secret might make for a good plot later.