Of course, it took very little time for the good people of Caldavail to take note of the Elf riding upon the back of a great Red Elk trotting through its streets. A few of them men eyed him with distaste and open suspicion, while many of the women hushed their children and drew them to their skirts for protection and reassurance. He wasn't imposing, and though he was well armed, it was not his weapons that drew such ire either. 

With his keen ears he could hear whispers from the townsfolk of them suggesting he was a representative of Fey creatures from the forest to the south. True, there were some Elves who took it upon themselves to focus their lives on a dark pursuit of power, but civilized Elves did not do such a thing. It seems these people did not know the difference. 

He hopped off Brogach to enter the tavern, but was subsequently halted by the town guards. A burly armsman eyed him and looked him up and down. "Whats your business in town?" he asked him. Calanon paused, and looked up to him. "I was invited here, sir. I mean no trouble." The guard raised an eyebrow. A few of the townsfolk watched the exchanged. "Oh aye? Well now who invited you?" 

"I did." Salven said, approaching Calanon and shooing away the guard with a few choice words. "So, you're here for Mr. and Mrs. Carish I presume? You fit the description of who they called." 

"Yes, I am." 

"Right this way. And bring your mount. He's liable to be butchered if you leave him out here." the man said, putting an arm around Calanon. 

Calanon called for Brogach to follow, and they made their way to the meeting area.