As the rest of you retire Tanya leaves the inn, heading back to the House of the Sun - she still stays in her original room in the temple when the group is stopped in Fallcrest. She says even less than usual while departing your company, offering no speculation about the strange woman the rest of you are discussing. It seems she's still trying to work out the riddle Jeb set for her earlier.
You all get a good night's sleep. Jeb rouses Ruth, Pepe, and Rasputin somewhat before dawn, so that you have time to make the final preparations for the journey. After a quick breakfast, the group collects Phaedra from her favored dirt lodgings. While crossing town to the stables where your carts and horses are, you see Tanya emerge from the House of the Sun.

"Good- *yaaawn* good morning, everyone. I was up thinking last night, and it occurred to me it's been a while since we've been out on a journey with... um... potential for excitement. You know what I mean. Anyway, just to make sure everyone stays safe, I gathered these together. Please take them." Tanya gives each of you one
Healing Potion.
Your group reaches the stables. Per routine, you all take up various tasks of un-tarping the loaded carts, double-checking the cargo against a written inventory, ensuring everything is tied down snugly, and hitching up the horses. Jeb busies himself overseeing a bit of everything: "Tesla, tighten these here ropes some- Ruth, that box o' boots you said was missin' is just over here on the wrong cart- Pepe, maybe you oughta stay clear of that particular horse, he seems a mite spooked by ya. Let's get this all in shape, our passengers oughta be arrivin' here any minute. Ah, in fact, I reckon I see a couple of 'em now..."
Looking over toward the path back into town, you see that there are indeed two men approaching the caravan. They're about six feet in height, and dressed... colorfully. They both wear sweaters, floppy bonnet hats, and unusual long skirts - all these garments made from the same rough, noisily plaid fabric. Extending from under their bonnets down to their chins are large, bright orange beards, somewhat but not entirely blending with their
very ruddy skin tones. Each man carries a travel sack tucked under one arm, and a bagpipe under the other. They awkwardly manage to raise hands in greeting as they come closer to your group.
"Hello, good morning!" says one man, in a thick accent not entirely unlike that of a native Dwarvish-speaker.
"Yes, hello," says the other, his accent identical, "We are your passengers for the big trip."
"Yes, we go to Harken. Allow us introduce ourselves. My name is MacGruber," says the first man.
"And my name is Lachdanen," says the other.
"We are Dorf!" says MacGruber.
"We are twin Dorf!" says Lachdanen.
"We are very tall for our age!" they both say in unison, and then let out hearty laughs.
Jeb puts his arms behind his back, looks the other direction, and whistles.
How do you greet your new guests?