Mayleen slowed her steps as she entered the inn. She had just caught a glimpse of Lore Master talking to a nice looking man with a bandage over his eyes. She strolled into the meeting room saw Motto and sat beside him.<br/><br/>"Minnowah, Motto. Did ya get all yahs tradin done? I gots food furs tha journey. Oh here's yah coins. I gots ta learn yas hows tah trade. Yah gots ta knows yahs can gets lots moh thinks by tradin than usin coin. Townfolk don lik us plains clans much. They Gypsys good traders, Papa takes meh tah Carovan. Good quality things. Very nice n polite."<br/><br/>Before Motto could answer the man with the bandage over his eyes entered the room and sat at the front beside Lore Master. She glanced at the man then looked at Lore Master. She was curious who the man was. *<span style="font-style: italic">Could a blind man fight and ride a dragon? If he arrived on a horse, did the animal know how to get here? He was a puzzle. Elder Gray Hawk was blind and he was carried around the village. The stranger must have powerful magic to see.</span>*<br/><br/>She stuck her hand into her new coat and took out a peppermint stick, broke it in half and faced Motto and offered him the other half. "Yah wants some? Yas sur looks lik Papa, only younger. Him never sits still always mov'n lik hes in hurry."