"There is no need for apologies." Imriel replied, nodding towards the departing Reynaud. "He only does his duty, and that is something to be lauded." He paused, taking a mouthful of stew before continuing.<br/><br/>"I'm afraid that I cannot claim anything terribly exciting has brought me here. I was in Buche, heading North to visit some family, when I heard stories of trouble on the road here. I suspect it may be simply a roving band of highwaymen, preying on travelers, and spreading tales of the stranger things of the forest to mask their activities." He tore a piece off the loaf, dipping it into the bread and popping it into his mouth. "I thought I might look them up, and see if I might convince them to find a more honest outlet for their talents." he continued, with a faint smile.<br/><br/>He stretched languidly, using the movement to take a little look around, before leaning in slightly closer to Isabela and lowering his voice. "Something here feels strange though. The innkeeper, the stable lad, they're tense. I can feel it, though they've said naught to me ... yet." he added as an afterthought. "Have you seen anything amiss on your own journey?"