[center][color=beige][h1]Kythor[/h1][/color][/center]

The tiefling warily eyes the two strangers as they pass. More travelers set for Easthaven. He wondered what business they had there. Adjusting his backpack to rest more comfortably on his shoulder, he grunted and looked back at the strangers. [i][color=beige]"Take care, travelers,"[/color][/i] he called back. [i][color=beige]"We arrived there just in time to see a man burned at the stake for murder earlier t'day."[/color][/i]