<strong><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;">Brand, the Dragon Knight</span></strong><br/><br/>Brand sighed with some relief as he neared Steelhome, the rhythm of his wings increasing from the occasional flap to maintain altitude to a more hurried pacing.  He had been flying non-stop since morning, and had been constantly on the move for several days now.  As much as he didn't like relying on his draconian heritage, there was a certain guilty pleasure to flying, being able to move so much more freely, feeling the breeze and just being able to see for miles (spotting the town from a ways back had excited him quite a bit, but there had been no sense in rushing himself).  Not for the first time, Brand felt the urge to swoop in and land in the middle of the two, demonstrating his superiority to all the pitiful land-bound mortals there.  And not for the first time Brand crushed the urge, instead finding a spot he could spiral down out of sight from the town.<br/><br/>Touching down, Brand grunted as his wings merged back into him with a wet<em>schloop</em>, grimacing a little.  He always wanted to scratch furiously at his back afterwards, but it was a hassle to loosen the chest piece to do so.  Instead, he settled for snapping a branch off a near dead tree and trying to reach the spot like that while he headed to town on foot.  It would take a little longer but at least there was less of a chance of people running away screaming.<br/><br/>Just before entering, Brand smoothed his 'hair' as best as he could, and then tried to seem friendly while heading to the caravan with what seemed to be uncanny accuracy.  Already people where there, and Brand gave them all a congenial nod.  Hearing one of them ask about travel to Havenguard, Brand jerked his head towards the man.<br/>"I'm curious as well if you are heading to Havenguard."