Ren kept his back to the carriage as it passed by, but the sound of the wheels on the gravel road slowed to a stop, and he heard the creak of a door.<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">â€œHail wanderer, would you happen to be heading to the capitol? We might ask you some questions if youâ€™d care for a lift.â€</span><br/><br/>The voice sounded sincere enough, but he sensed three on the carriage, plus the horse in front, and there was a feeling of secrecy among them. They were both curious about something, but there was a hint of worry in their auras. He turned and lifted his head, not really to look at them but to allow them to see his face. He felt it bad manners to hide himself from those offering help to him, yet his stare was blank and seemed to focus far in the distance.<br/><br/>"I am." He replied, "Thank you, kind sirs." he inched forward, extending the bottom of his staff until it touched the step, then groped the air until his hand landed on the door frame. Pulling himself inside, he sat down beside one that smelled of ash and smoke. Resting his staff on his shoulder, he crossed his arms around it and sighed in relief as the fatigue in his legs started to fade.<br/><br/>"I am grateful, sirs. Tis' a long way to Colen." he said, "What sort of questions do you want to ask? I do hope I can be of some help to you although I am but a traveler myself. I do socialize with the locals quite a bit, however." The coach continued on and he jostled in his seat until it got up to speed. He lowered his head to listen, his eyes blankly staring at the floor. He kept his hood up, covering his snow white hair.