John
"They aren't. There's a reason why we lived away from the capital." *He'd say, the memories not the best. Watching Richard pull his hood up, he'd follow in his example, deciding best to keep moving unnoticed.*
"Don't want to be noticed?"
Patricia
"Not particularly. While most people either don't believe I exist or appreciate my assistance, a few, such as those bandits we ran into want me dead. You'd probably be fine. 

*As they walked down the trail, chimney smoke could be seen in the distance* "It's not far now. Hang in there Trapper."*
John
"Where exactly are we heading?" *The ranger would ask. While he has traveled much, this was his first time making his way out into Alynthi. As usual though, he has found trouble almost immediately upon arrival.*