Karrlandren briefly shared Elandris' glance at the stables and managed another ghost of a smile.  Then it was back to business as he ran a mental check list of things he would need to get in the next hour, nodding a final farewell to Elandris before entering the stable.<br/><br/>The hour passed quickly, and he used his time wisely.  A brief wash, a few supplies purchased at the local market and sundries store, and in the end he was guiding his horse along the street towards the Constabulary.  His saddlebags bulged with the weight of his plate armour, and he wore the simple mail coat reserved for quiet travel.  A packhorse followed along, it's lead tied to the saddle horn of Longstep, and only lightly burdened with oats and foodstuffs for the most part.<br/><br/>An array of weapons were strapped strategically about his person or his saddle, ranging from the long shafted warhammer he had been exercising with to a trio of modest lances, more so simply long wooden spears alongside the packhorse with a fourth in his hand, and there could be little doubt he was well versed in their use.  He approached Elandris and slowed to a stop, resting the spear against his shoulder and scanning the modest law-keepers structure for a moment.  "Well neighbor, there shall be some merchants sleeping well tonight.  Crooks, one and all."  He tried for a friendly grin, but even with the prospect of a real, worthy task at hand, there was still little life to be seen in his eyes.  Just that same quiet determination.