<div class="floatright">(http://imageshack.us/a/img59/6967/8sro.jpg)</div><br/><The man with scars,> she said.  <He's going North to Whitewall and will be there for a week at the inn closest to the city.>  She frowned at the mention.  <I don't like Whitewall much.  They don't accept furs or meat or other things except their coins.  Most big cities are like that.><br/><br/>At the mention of her name, she said simply, and in a barbarian-laden accent, "Whisper."<br/><br/>Back to Old Realm, she said, <If you want to go see him, I'm good at travelling.  You'll probably need a heavy cloak like this, though, so we'll have to see what we find along the road.>