Seen on the morning of Anagvti 1, 997, while camped just south of Taunton.
The sappers start riding in with their tool-laden great wains about midmorning. From your vantage point on the oak tree crowned knoll, you can watch as they emerge from the treeline, wind around the base of the knoll, and curl away along the river's edge toward the distant walls.
Four to six oxen to a wain, teamsters and sappers walking or hanging off the tailgates. Hardware and armor bits array the wagon sides. Big scooped shape helmets, tools, canvas covered shapes, barrels, sacks, prefabricated bits of stuff and various tired-looking gentlemen scattered about. No escorting troops or guards apparently, but two robed Biblioteca mages ride among them, earnestly arguing alchemical formulae on a wax tablet with a slender well-dressed woman who is mounted on a grey pony.
Some of the wagons bear the King's Mark (the letter B on its back, in a circle), some Fraubard's badge of two pike. There are two score wagons.
One wagon is prominently spaced apart from the others, it has one teamster, two oxen and it seems packed to the sides with straw billets which have small earthenware crocks nestled in them. The other wagons give it plenty of space. It smells like pitch. The crocks are pointy topped, and made in Ramsgate, according to Gwen, who remembers seeing them displayed in the Court of Alchemy off of Fish Street.
The train takes about an hour to pass, and they all go into the field north of Taunton, below the small village there (Taunton Grist).