Logan had had a restful night. Rather than party, even before the sun had set, he had retired to a room. He had meditated a bit, said his evening prayers, and turned in for the night.<br/><br/>The next morning came early. An early riser by nature, he slipped out of the inn and went to the stables where Dalwyr was situated. He greeted his old friend warmly--and said hello to the other animals as well. Nothing much, just exuding a gentle air of greeting and friendship. He was intrigued---there was a bull there! How strange. He smiled a little at him (Logan thought he was a him, anyway), then led Dalwyr out.<br/><br/>The morning was spent in the outskirts of town, trying not to draw attention to himself. It was easier with his hood up and cloak around him; his distinguishing features were hidden.<br/><br/>Finally, it was time to meet the caravan. He threaded his way through the city, to the gate, dropping his hood once he was outside it. The caravan was there, and, to his surprise, so was the bull. He was with a human woman. More interested in the bull than anything, Logan walked over and smiled a little. "He's beautiful. Is he with you?" he asked the woman politely, gesturing to the bull.<br/><br/><span style="color: #008000">Brush in hand she worked it over BC's coat to give him a nice shine for the day. Last night had been fun, drinking, laughter and now the morning was ahead of her with the prospect to make some easy money. <br/><br/>“You know, the boy in the stables did a pretty good job on your coat,” she said to the large bull as if he could understand. “I really only have to do a once over today, which I don't mind as that gives me more time to check my own ge....” Her sentence was cut off by someone who approached. “Aye, that he is. Never seen a bull before?” she asked. Only after the question was asked did she look up from her work, to take in this random person and she was in for a rather annoying discovery. <br/><br/>The pointed ears and general soft features were enough to cause her to lip to curl in disgust, “What is your kind doing here? Isn't there some poor group of hard working dwarves for you to exploit and abuse? Knife-eared bastard,” last part was spat out with disgust, before she disregarded him and went back to her work.</span><br/><br/>Logan blinked. That reaction was a little more vehement than he was used to, but, perhaps, not entirely unexpected. "I'm travelling with the caravan," he explained, tone gentle. "I'm one of the guards that was hired. I'm sorry my appearance is unappealing to you, but I can assure you that I have never exploited or abused anyone, especially such a hard-working, noble race as the dwarves."<br/><br/>He looked at the bull again. Yes, it was clear that the woman wanted nothing more to do with him, but he needed to try and get along with her. They'd be spending who knew how long together; he had to try and make her see that he wasn't an enemy. Maybe the best way to do that would be through the bull? He could only hope...<br/><br/><span style="color: #008000">Tal rolled her eyes and shook her head, though before she could get another word out she glanced about the group and nearly quit right then and there. <br/><br/>“I get a dirty half-eared mongrel, a squat turd of a mistake and someone who looks like he was hatched far too early. Great! Just Fracking Great!” she swore and decided to ignore the rest of the group unless absolutely necessary. “No good, rotten abominations. Just going about bullying people and thinking that they have the same rights as everyone else, when they should have ended up nothing but a stain on the inside of their father's pants and spared us all the trouble of having to look at them!” words spoken with heated animosity and frustration for the whole thing. “Just get this job done, get our gold and move on, BC. That is our plan and nothing else. We don't have to like or even talk to any of them,” words though spoken to the bull would have been easily heard by the rest of the group.</span><br/><br/>Logan's expression flickered at the word 'mongrel', but there was no other reaction. It was funny, wasn't it, how she insisted that everyone else was a bully and an idiot and a waste of her time, when she was the one who was spewing hatred and vitriol? A blatant double standard.<br/><br/>"One wonders," he said lightly, "why you would take the job if you hate everyone here so very thoroughly. Surely the financial recompense can't be good enough to have to endure the company of those you loathe."<br/><br/><span style="color: #008000">“Now IT, seems to think it can speak to me,” she replied to BC. “I would have hoped that just perhaps in this world there would not have been such things allowed to walk about. That one could get a job and not be exposed to things that should have been drowned at birth to spare us all the pain of having to be around them,” she said to BC as she finished up with the check on his gear. Once done she took his halter and walked him to the other side of the lead wagon, before she mounted up and waited for them to get underway.</span><br/><br/>He sighed and shook his head slightly. The only way that could have gone worse was if she had attacked him. The trip was not off to a good start, not at all.<br/><br/>He went back to where Dalwyr had been waiting and stroked the horse's mane idly. Looking around, he hoped that this endeavor wouldn't yield many more companions like the woman with her bull, or this was going to get very uncomfortable very quickly.