"What is it Hephaestus?" Maric asked as the horse's attention was drawn elsewhere.<br/>Casting a quick glance to where his horse was looking, the Paladin found nothing out of the ordinary. Just ferns and trees. With a shrug, Maric turned to refill his water skin. As he was about to take a drink from it, he heard a voice call out to him, giving him a start. Whirling around, he readied himself to lung for his sword, only to find that it was a young woman.<br/>"Thank you m'lady." He replied, accepting the fruit from her. "Apples are Hephaestus' favorite. It's just what he needed after our journey.<br/>"I apologise for my reaction to you ma'am." Maric continued as the horse greedily ate the apple from his hand. "We've met many vagabonds on our journey, so I'm a little on edge still. Lucky enough for us though, I believe that our journey is nearing it's end."<br/>As Hephaestus finished the treat, Maric took a moment to observe the woman who had greeted him. She appeared to be a priestess of some sort, her attire being almost uniform, and the way she spoke only affirmed that.<br/>"Allow me to introduced myself. I am Maric, son of Darren, Paladin of light at your service." He said with a bow.