The car slowed to a stop very smoothly, the doors opening and allowing everyone inside the chance to get out. Wulren is first, stretching his legs and smiling as he approaches a group of men in cheap suits standing beside two wooden crates roughly the length and width of a dwarf with no real signs of what could possibly be inside.
"Gentlemen, we have arrived. I would suggest we get out and chat a while our benefactors load this into the car for us and some of our friends with bikes scout the roadways ahead so we might choose the best path. This is our package, and apparently..." he stops, eying the men in suits with a very agitated look on his face "We'll need to transport them both safely. Think you can manage without my driver or would you prefer we keep the crazy little bastard?"