Mathias slammed his fist over his heart with a small bow. A typical salute. "Yes sir." he reigned in the horses. Taking a moment to check the saddle and tack. He pushed the animals into a lazy trot and left the barn.<br/>Skirting the main throng he took a few back ways. The nice thing about small hick towns was you can just head in one direction and reach your destination.<br/><br/>At the ferry Mathias spotted the source of commotion. A half drowned young person. He couldn't really see due to the small crowd blocking his view but he didn't care. Mathias tethered the horses to a nearby post and surveyed the crowd from under his hood. His cloak thrown back over his shoulder, arms crossed.<br/>He was actually so bored he couldn't stand it but orders were orders.