The pub smelled of rot, and all about were whores trying to sell themselves for a meal or two in these tiresome times. Almir, whom had just got into steelhome this morning from the road, looked down toward the drink in his hand as he wondered on what rotgut he'd been putting into his system. He swirled the clear liquid around for a moment, before his dark eyes looked up from under his hood. He searched around for a conversation to listen into, one he might be able to get a gauge of where he was going from. He listened as they passed around, dismissing them one by one until a keyword flashed in his mind.<br/><br/><div align="center"><em>The fool heading to <span class="bbc_u">havenguard.</span></em></div><br/>Almir smiled at that, and wondered on how much of a ticket he might have stumbled upon. He rose from the chair as the wood protested with a loud creak, and walked innocuously by those talking as he listened for more information. He heard only where the 'caravan' would wait, and smiled to himself at how he'd just collected all the information he'd need to know without so much as a word.<em>So the old man wants people to know he's headed that way...?</em>He thought, noting that the information would only be this easily gained if he was looking for others to travel along. That'd be perfect for him, he needed a guide.<br/><br/>So with that the rogue downed the rest of his rotgut, and sat the mug down at the bar as he walked from the pub. Direction set for the gates of town......<br/><br/>It was a while before Almir would see them, and he set his eyes ahead as she approached the gates. He noted the caravan down below, and the numbers that had already gathered. First he sized up the burnt man that walked along, and then his eyes cast to the taller one who seemed strange in these parts. He couldn't place why his gut acted up around him, it was almost like he stared at a predator. He cast his gaze then to the mounted female, and a smile spread over his lips as his eyes trailed along her legs. He could tell she wasn't to be tested though, and he'd prefer to keep someone like that on his good side rather then anywhere else.<br/><br/>Almir kept his walk on from there, only slowing when he seen the Elf appear from nowhere. Her dusky skin reminded him of the Drow he had heard of, and his face broke into a wince as a flash back memory flooded his mind. He seen darkness, needle thin blades, and then fire before he shook his head free from it's grasps.<strong>"Arghh!"</strong>He grunted in slight pain from the approaching headache, announcing his presence before he heard the Elf's question.<br/><br/><strong>"Outside the gates of Steelhome, stranger. Rare to see one of your skin..."</strong>Almir said in an accented tone as he strode by her, his eyes still in a wince as he lowered his hood to try and ease his social misstep. Under his cowl rested handsome tanned features, dark hazel eyes, and short-kempt brown hair. His eyes moved toward the the old man then, figuring from his stance and the stories he'd heard in town that he was the caravan's leader.<strong>"My name is Almir, sir. I'd ride along with you to havenguard if you'll lead the way. I have eyes and ears to lend you, as well as other things if the journey calls for it."</strong>Almir ended his words with a smile on his lips, his eyes now wondering the rest of them once again. He'd wait for a response, and in the meanwhile he'd try and gauge the others for anything he could pick up.