[u][I][h1][color=blue]Mikahiel Zypheros[/color][/h1][/I][/u]
Dirt was lifted into the air as the galloping hooves of a horse trampled the ground at a great speed. It was then that the sight of the dark brown horse nearing the entrance to Hayll. A tattered scarf danced in the violent winds created by such rushing speed. The figure that rode atop the steed was blurred in the dark cloak that wrapped his face and body. He brought his horse to a slow gallop as he neared the entrance where people congested the path he was taking. He maneuvered past these people with the elegant steps of his horse and made his way to a unoccupied stable. There he swiftly rolled off his horse with a kicked out leg and brought its reigns to a pole and wrapped it around the pole. He patted the large head of the animal before letting it dip its head into the water for a drink.  [color=blue]”Drink up ol boy you deserve it.”[/color]He muttered before checking his hip for his blade which was safely sheathed on his side and walking off. 

Mikahiel Zypheros untied the tattered black cloth from around his face and lifted the cloak off his shoulders. He placed it into his bag which sat on his horse and then lifted the bag from off the horse and carried it with some effort on his back. He made his way down the busy street and found a kind inn. Inside he rented a room and dropped his items off and locked the door for safety. He then looked at the sun as it was still bright within the sky.[i] [color=blue]”I need a hot meal.”[/color][/i] He muttered to himself with a sigh and came from the halls of the inn and out the door. He moved some of his disheveled strands of hair out of his face and stood at the front of the inn trying to figure out which direction to go. Never has he been here before but it was simple. Almost too simple for his tastes. 

[color=blue]”A decent bite is all I ask.”[/color] He spoke before steadily making his way down the street to observe the shops.