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Message: <blockquote data-quote="GreyOne" data-source="post: 1345376" data-attributes="member: 858">A large figure, swathed in a grey cloak enters through the door.  Broad of shoulder and his step light, he surveys the interior of the inn.  His face is cast in shadow from the helm and carved flame cheekguards he sports on his head.   In the centre of the helmet is a sigil of flame.   Moments later, two other figures enter the inn, their cloaks and accoutrements similar to the first, though one wears a coarse sadap on his head and across his mouth.   The air is tense around them.  Long blades and axes hang from the belts.The figure advances into the room taking Bragon, Nado and the innkeeper with a single glance, and his voice, though quiet, carries easily to your ears.  “Who are these to’cha, innkeeper?”   The accent is unfamiliar to you.Keil stutters uncomfortably, and then manages to spit out his words:  “Humble travelers master, nothing more, they arrived but moments before you yourself, sir.”“Humble travelers?” says the figure.  A scoffing mutter comes from the man behind and to the right of the speaker.  His hand lingers on his sword hilt, barely perceptible.He directs his gaze at Bragon.  His eyes seem to glitter in the shadows of his helm.  “You are Niadan, to’cha?”Bragon gazes back at the man, impassively.“You are from across the sea, yes?”  He pauses, not really expecting a response.“You are here for a purpose, yes?”  A half-smile appears in the shadow of his face.“You will come with us, yes?  This other will stay, yes?”  He gaze at Nado.“Master, my son?  When will he be returned?” asks Keil  “Returned?  He will be returned soon.  Yes?” says the man in his curious accent.  His skin has a yellowish pallor, easier to spot now as the light from the fireplace illuminates his features.</blockquote>

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