Cyryl & Adelmar:
If the pair would glance at the gate they would see a figure leading a small group of city guard gesturing wildly at those guarding the gate. Men from his following took over the jobs and things seemed to move along faster now. It didn't do much for the acts of racism along the road. The onlookers that the small spectacle of racism had generated where returning home now as the first cracks of thunder sounded and the looming rain started pouring.
Without a crowd the 4 soldiers who were pestering one of the wagons, which turned out to be owned by a dwarfen family, took their innings and gazed for the hiltop where the bard and sorceress had gathered. The soldiers started walking up the hill, one in the front shouting:
'Thats our spot, get going you-'
it was than that the soldier with a red and blue doublet, presumably the captain, hushed him, making his way to the front of his small band.
'Excuse 'im m'lady hes not right in the head, it's been a merry day. Who are ye and what is your business here?'
Altough asked nicely enough the guards hand was already resting on the pommel of his blade, the others having their iron studded bludgeons still in hand, one of them approaching the bard casually.
'This one pestering you lady?'