<strong>"Generosity, is it Ewin?  Then perhaps for this silver mark, you can tell me a bit about the village... and perhaps anything... out of the ordinary that you've heard, or maybe even seen,"</strong>with a wink, Cael fished inside his purse beneath the cloak, sorting the pennies from the marks, and, having found one, removed it and flipped it at Ewin.  Standing around wouldn't do him much good and he was feeling restless despite the rigors of traveling in the cold.<br/><br/>Smiling at the sudden jest a thought that crossed his mind, he also inquired:<strong>"And by the Light, tell me also of the fairest lady in the village!"</strong>