Robart kept his eyes trained on the incoming stranger, cloak sinking around his shoulder and hiding the hand that rested ready to draw his sword. Surely travellers with lanterns were a common occurrence and innocent enough, but they were far from out of war-torn borders, and highwaymen were a likely occurrence in any populated region, perhaps no matter how far north you went.

Whether their unlucky streak was about to continue or come to an abrupt end, Robart just felt more comfortable being prepared for the former outcome...

"Who's this, then?"