"Well, you are going to stay here and rest. I need to get my pay from the inn keeper real quick. I don't know if Firrae has any plans." He looked at her. "Firrae, you can do as you see fit today." He hoped she got his alology.<br/><br/>At the gate of the town another man approached. His arms were covered with long sleevs from a jacket, a glove over his right hand. He was let In, his silver hair giving an almost steiking resemblance too Vashen. On his back, much like Vashen, was a large sword, and a revolver holstered in his jacket. "This city....reeks of filth."