The gatekeeper soon joined the caravan as it passed him, having waited for almost eons it seemed. Kicking the speed of his mount to almost a spur he found himself amongst them and he made his way quietly. On occasion he would find his hand stream through the waves of ashy curls almost down to his belly off his face, and at other moments he would brush the debris on the road aside with his broom, a countenance of sorts the old man considered it to be, one of the only things he had brought with him.<br/><br/>“The Path Lord smiles upon those who clear his path for others.” His voice boomed as it preached. “So the faithful may not stumble.” He eyes never once left the road.