The City of Almask
The figure you had been following hands the paper over "Armour, weapons, some fancy dresses worn by that empty headed excuse of a princess" They said their voice had a musical lilt to it.
"Seems like a good haul to me" they added as the man grabbed the paper and examined it "Fine, we'll take it" he said and tossed a coin pouch to the figure you had been following.
"We'll hit them at the Cross roads, armour and weapons will be heavy and it's close to camp"