As someone who stood out and was consequently the subject of many others' studying looks, Theron felt it only fair - and prudent - to study the crowd in return. Most seemed to pose no danger, mere refugees, a painful reminder of the chaos to the south and yet another reason he needed to make sure Eva Heights remained a safe place - if not only for those already there, but those that would come. Still, it was best to be wary - refugees were fully capable of being fierce fighters, tricky thieves or powerful mages. As well as assassins choosing an innocuous disguise to get close and cause him grief.<br/><br/>In his scans Theron had heard more than a few comments about how well-armed he was, which amused him more than a little.<span style="font-style: italic">Apparently a pair of blades, a bow and some tools are enough to arm an army!</span>he mused.<span style="font-style: italic">Oh, I wish I were as well armed as it sounds. Perhaps a nice big boomstick! Or a fully loaded machine gun! Or a pair of flaming swords, or maybe some paralytic poisons..... </span>he let that line of wishful thinking trail off before long.<br/><br/>More interesting than the few stray comments he'd heard was the sighting of a few individuals who were decidedly<span style="font-weight: bold">not</span>refuges. The first he'd noticed was, well, impossible to not notice - an anthro wolf accompanied by a feral wolf larger than a horse was hard to miss, especially with the way the refuges gave the massive beast ample room and the way it most certainly did not appreciate said refugees' company. Clearly the anthro wolf had some sort of kinship - mundane or magical - to not only travel with such a creature but to be able to coax it into traveling into a city. He was strange himself - carrying a great scythe and having a rather wild bearing himself despite his pristine appearance and city clothes. Certainly someone to watch for - especially with such a dangerous beast following him.<br/><br/>The second he'd noticed was a strange short blue-haired humanoid who was accompanied by a small white cat which was currently occupying what seemed like the only bit of grass around. She certainly did not look the refugee sort - too organized, too well equipped. Not someone who'd grabbed what they could and ran. What was she and what business did she have in Eva Heights? Perhaps some thief or other shadow-skulking wretch? Perhaps not - they would try to blend with the refugees. Perhaps some over-curious sorcerer or wizard, then? Some sort of scribe? No matter what, another one to keep note of. At least, for so long as the ferry ride. She didn't seem to warrant long-term watch like the wolf and his big friend might.<br/><br/>Theron had kept looking for more figures of note when he suddenly heard the ferry on approach.<span style="font-style: italic">Finally,</span>he thought likely echoing the thoughts of many others stuck waiting for the ferry.<span style="font-style: italic">Time to get on with this then.</span>He quickly moved to take a good spot in the long line to board as the gangplank was lowered into place. No one seemed to mind - or was willing to argue the point with a tall, armed predatory canine, which suited him well enough.<br/><br/>As he moved with the line and up the gangplank he noticed a strange spectacle - and a more unusual individual than the one's he'd noticed on the docks before. Of course, Theron<span style="font-style: italic">was</span>a city-boy through and through so any of the fae were something new to him, but one so small to be as bold as to be dancing in plain sight to some equally tiny music player's beat was equal parts interesting and amusing. One so bold was either foolish or powerful enough to make such a display without worry of some hungry refugee large than her by several magnitudes making a meal of her - and the tales he'd heard of fae magic and trickery made Theron err towards the notion that she was plenty powerful. Why though would some pixie want to head to Eva Heights he wondered? He could understand the refugees, understand the blue-haired girl, even understand the strange pair of wolves to some degree - he could guess at their reasons. The fae were a new thing to him though, and what little he knew was that they liked their forests and stuck to them. What would possess one to board some ferry?<br/><br/>Theron mingled with the crowds, casting a watchful eye towards the trio now and then but mostly keeping to himself. No sense in disturbing them and no sense in letting his curiosity keep him from monitoring everyone else. Too easy to miss something going on that way.<br/><br/><div style="padding: 3px; background-color: #FFFFFF; border: 1px solid #d8d8d8; font-size: 1em;"><div style="text-transform: uppercase; border-bottom: 1px solid #CCCCCC; margin-bottom: 3px; font-size: 0.8em; font-weight: bold; display: block;"><span onclick="if (this.parentNode.parentNode.getElementsByTagName('div')[1].getElementsByTagName('div')[0].style.display != '') {  this.parentNode.parentNode.getElementsByTagName('div')[1].getElementsByTagName('div')[0].style.display = ''; this.innerHTML = '&lt;b&gt;Spoiler: &lt;/b&gt;&lt;a href=\'#\' onClick=\'return false;\'&gt;hide&lt;/a&gt;'; } else { this.parentNode.parentNode.getElementsByTagName('div')[1].getElementsByTagName('div')[0].style.display = 'none'; this.innerHTML = '&lt;b&gt;Spoiler: &lt;/b&gt;&lt;a href=\'#\' onClick=\'return false;\'&gt;show&lt;/a&gt;'; }"><b>Spoiler: </b><a href="#" onclick="return false;">show</a></span></div><div class="quotecontent"><div style="display: none;">As Theron is a divine caster, I figured it would make sense to note what spells he has prepared every time a new 'day' has arrived, starting with this one:<br/><span style="font-weight: bold">1st</span> Level<br/>- Magic Fang<br/>- Resist Energy<br/>- Comprehend Languages<br/>- Detect Evil<br/><span style="font-weight: bold">2nd</span> Level<br/>- Cure Light Wounds<br/>- Wind Wall<br/>-  Barkskin</div></div></div>