[b]"Don't worry Atina, that man won't escape his Fate. No one can. That's why I called my longsword that. There's no running once it comes down on you."[/b]
Kyron was still a kid when he named his father's weapons. Names that occasionally sounded stupid to him, but that he would never change. He thought for a bit what other name he could have given his weapons while the carriage started moving. He opened his bag and took an dark brown cloak and put it on, pulling to hood over his face. The guards at the gates would probably not check inside the carriage but its better to be safe. A couple hits to the face and a few spells could always do the trick though. What they are probably looking for are lone people on horseback. Kyron was looking out the carriage, and suddenly noticed the stranger from before, with his horse, coming out of an alley.

[b]"Merek, stop for a second."[/b]
Merek stopped the horses and looked back at Kyron who's head was partially peering out the window.

[/b]"Jump on, we will explain everything to you later, when we are safe. First though, pick a card."[/b]