<div class="floatright">(http://images2.layoutsparks.com/1/104027/Anime-Guy-wsword-White.jpg)</div>The roads through Emond's Field were not the best in that part of Andor, traveled though they seemed.  Having grown accustomed to the movements of his horse, Cael Saryndor felt no discomfort at the slow rolling gait of his companion beneath him.  Indeed, the heat of the animal went someways to dispel the chill that hung in the air, and the rough-spun cloak about him provided the rest.  Even so, he had to hold it in place against the sudden gusts of wind that continually threatened to remove it from him, at times revealing the white neck-high coat and breeches beneath.  Beside him, the sound of groaning cart-wheels reached his ears.<br/><br/><strong>"Steady as you go there Master Fain,"</strong>he cautioned,<strong>"it would be well to move carefully upon such roads, for I do not feel in the mood to mend your wheels out here on the open road."</strong><br/><br/>The scrawny man beside him, with a beak of a nose, laughed without much humour.<strong>"As always, your generosity is without reproach Master Saryndor, or perhaps I should call you..."</strong><br/><br/><strong>"Cael will do fine, Master Fain.  Cael or Master Saryndor as you prefer."</strong><br/><br/><strong>"As you wish, but look lively now, the Two Rivers will come into view soon."</strong><br/><br/>As the man had promised, the hillock gave way to reveal the small village behind it.  Preparations for a festival of some sort were underway and the people moved about in a whirl of activity.  A wagon was being unloaded of its many casks, attended to by a red haired man, or perhaps boy, but Cael Saryndor gave such little head - for now a chance to rest from travels was in order and he inquired of such from the nearest Two Riversman to pass by near his horse.