The caravan came to a stop, and an older Dwarf in ornate metal armour hopped down.
"Duke Wistover, I presume?" He asked.
"Indeed. It's a pleasure to meet you, Guild Master. I see that you brought a rather large contingent with you." Dominic agreed.
The Dwarf smiled. "Tactical relocation. You see, the taxes are high to rebuild after the war, and the war effort didn't pay well. Plenty of mercenary minded families are looking for a fresh start after they auctioned their old homes for funding.
Then there are the folks from Aramos Village. The village is expanding, and they bought out a bunch of farmers to build a suburb. There is some huge lout there who seems to know you, and convinced them all to come here."
Dominic smiled. "I worked with him in the past. In my capacity as a travelling Steam Smith. I was Pop's Apprentice in Cygnia City, you see."
