Early morning was as good a time as any to take a break from the road. While returning to the town you were exiled from didn't seem an astoundingly good idea, Tevyn was low on supplies and Gandara was the closest place he could head to. He wondered how his family was doing, whether the fact that they had a marked one in their family had effected them after his departure. Hell, he wondered if they were even in Gandara anymore. Regardless of whether they were or not, returning home wasn't a good idea. Putting others at risk by being identifiable wasn't something he wanted to do.<br/><br/>He made sure the strip of cloth that covered the mark on his head was tight and secure, and as an added security measure, he pulled his hood up. It had a somewhat sharp front tip, which covered most of his forehead and eyebrows fairly well. A bit goofy-looking, in his opinion, but it got the job done. "Well, boy. Might as well give it a shot," He said to the small reptile that walked alongside him. He got a few high-pitched squeaks in response, and headed towards the city.<br/><br/>As he approached, he met eyes with a satyr woman riding a large goat. The caprine pair met eyes with him, and after a quick exchange of a greeting nod, Tevyn turned and powerwalked away, pulling his hood further down his face. He continued until he turned a corner, at which point he slowed down and his scaly friend caught up with him, giving a few disgruntled squeaks at being made to run. To make up for it, Tevyn scooped the tarrasque off the ground and carried it, much like one would an infant. The tarrasque looked very content. The pair headed towards the nearest place where food was available, and Tevyn kept his head low on the way.<br/><br/>The satyr, Maya, gave a slightly confused expression at his sudden departure, but decided to continue on her own business in town. She gently nudged her mount's sides with her hooves, which were balanced precariously in foot stirrups meant for dwarven feet. Replacing them with something better for herself was one of the plans she had for that day. The goat turned in the opposite direction that Tevyn had gone, carrying her rider towards the town square.<br/><br/>As much as she would've liked to converse with her mount, Maya had become used to getting mindless baas in response. Instead, she gave the goat a few scratches on the back of the neck, which were greatly appreciated. When they reached the square, Maya directed her towards a post, apparently meant to leave horses while inside a building. At least some places hadn't completely given up on antiquity. Once they'd stopped in front of the post, she carefully climbed off her mount, struggling to keep her balance due to the shape of the stirrups. She succeeded and hit the ground with a click of her hooves, as well as a breath of relief. Stumbling was never fun.