<div class="floatleft">(http://th07.deviantart.net/fs71/PRE/i/2012/193/1/b/the_chapel_by_vakidzashi-d2ys90d.jpg)</div><div style="text-align: right;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 24pt;"><strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: trebuchet ms;">RAELAR</span></strong></span><br/>[tagging - Kesh] || [location - entering the inn]</div><br/>Raelar rode into town on a chocolate steed, hood pulled over his eyes and with another riding between his arms.  He kept his ward's arms bound together, a cloth over his eyes, and a gag wedged between his teeth; he didn't trust the man one bit.  He was sure to keep said ward's hood pulled, as well, unwilling to let anyone know at first glance what he was.  The only reason he hadn't killed the wretch, after all, was because he still served a bit of purpose, a portion of which was selling him for a good enough offer.<br/><br/>The ranger knew little of the town he rode into, but he was hungry and he craved the comfort of a proper bed.  Besides, there was opportunity to get a fair amount of gold for his little thief; even if they didn't purchase him as a slave, there were plenty willing to buy just a night.<br/><br/>Stomach growling, he released his horse; the beast was a friend of his, of sorts, borrowed from the wilds and sent back until he might need him again.  He whispered gratitude before the beast turned and clopped off to find a bit of grass, and Raelar stepped into the inn he'd journeyed to.  Ward in tow by use of a short lead, he found a corner table and sat the boy down before ordering a drink and food; the ward would get nothing until he earned it.