[center][b][color=f7941d][h1]Callum Algard[/h1][/color][/b][/center]

Callum took a moment to survey the people whose paths now converged. His attention was immediately drawn to the beast-kin, some kind of moose lady, or something like that. He instinctively took a step back from her. The soldiers on both sides would always warn the villagers to keep their distance when they walked a prisoner through the streets. Apparently they were supposed to be dangerous and could turn violent in an instant, just like a wild animal. It was the one thing both sides agreed on. Of course the only beast-kin he'd ever seen were battered into submission and dragged along in chains, so he'd never seen them do anything violent. And, judging by this girl's timid demeanor, he didn't think she looked anywhere close to snapping. Then again, maybe it'd be best to keep his distance for now. "Uh, thanks, but I'm fine," he said, turning down her offer of apples. In truth, all he had left was some soggy bread, but he was no worse off now than he was some winter nights at home. He knew hunger, and he knew he'd be fine until he reached the castle. 

He gave the artist a nod, but decided to follow the blond. Even if they decided to stop, there was no reason to dawdle on the road until they found suitable shelter. His boots squished and squashed as he fell in with the blond. "Gotta say, I'm kinda glad some others are looking for The Dragon too," he said, offering her a friendly smile. "I'd feel like a real jackass if I was the only one knocking on his door and got turned away." He gave a small chuckle. Being turned down was a grim thought, as he'd gambled quite literally everything he had on this, but it was beyond his control, and all he could do at this point was laugh at the prospect. "My name's Callum. I'm from Cedarburg, a village in Voston... or Stairia... Whatever they're calling it now. Kinda goes back and forth."