Kaleed approached the group gathering near the gates.<br/><br/>He wore his hair back and pulled up into a ponytail. He had exchanged his old tattered greys with the quartermaster, who had been kind enough to supply him with another set of plain grey trousers, and shirt. His dark boots gleamed in the sunlight, polished to a bright shine. He still wore his hooded jacket, and around his waist, his steel daggers sat sheathed.<br/><br/>His pack sat around his shoulders, filled with the normal essentials of the road.<br/><br/>He came upon the group, eyes gazing around. Vanessa, the girl who had been partially responsible for saving him the night of the attack, watched some men loading a cart from a doorway. The blind monk, Zato, was walking away, while his ward Mary, played with her small bird. Kaleeds eyes scrunched in a smile at the sight.<br/><br/>The monk Valetni, possessor of his control sphere, looked like he had seen better days. He stood next to his belongs, muttering and glancing about. Kaleed moved towards him, spotting the giant Griffon. Standing a respectable distance from both, Kaleed glanced around, wondering when they would move on. Sir Morr had not gotten back to him about letting him serve the hellguard.<br/><br/>Kaleed intended to put his skills up to use for the order. Regardless, he had fought and almost died for these men that were leaving, as they had fought and died for him. He would not leave any debt unanswered.<br/><br/>He crouched, putting his weight on the balls of his feet, waiting for instruction.