[u][b]Cowl[/b][/u]

Cowl peeled a piece of paint away from the bridge as he listened to the foreign woman speak, his eyes on the dark water beneath him. When Sifa finished, he dropped the piece of paint into the river. [b]"You do not lie when you speak of enjoying the open road. You have walked far, wherever you come from."[/b] He took a moment to consider the rest of what she said, letting the quiet sounds of lapping water fill the silence. [b]"I'm sorry your civilization expects so much from you. I'm staying in the Cracked Tankard and I have the coin for a meal and a room."[/b] He paused for a moment, [b]"the expense doesn't matter to me. I'd much rather help a fellow traveler, especially one as traveled as you."[/b] The prince turned to face the dark-skinned woman again, [b]"My name is Cowl. And yours?"[/b]

He caught motion behind the foreigner. The color he saw wasn't the usual colors worn by the Anvil guard. Cowl moved off the rail and looked over the foreign woman's shoulder. He saw an elf with gold eyes that'd make any dwarven miner want to go at them with a pick. He smiled at the thought for a moment before the elf, who was dressed and armed like a hunter, spoke to the foreign woman. Behind the elf, another person. Cowl raised his dark eyebrows. The night was young and full of energy.

[b][u]Gall[/u][/b]

Gall, a once handsome man scarred from travel and fighting, stared at the light given off from Anvil. He stroked his greasy black beard, then kicked his horse into motion. Behind him a handful of rough looking men and women dressed in leathers got their horses moving as well.