<div class="floatright">(http://images2.layoutsparks.com/1/104027/Anime-Guy-wsword-White.jpg)</div><strong>"Many thanks sir, and a good day to you!"</strong>replied Cael, making an attempt to match the mood of the festivities.  Dismounting, tied the reigns of his horse to the closest post he could find - he would find the stables later.  Fixing an oat sack for the horse as a matter of habit, if not compensation for leaving it outside for a moment, Cael strode up to the structure the old man had indicated was an inn.<br/><br/>Despite the sudden warmth of the room, he did not undo his cloak immediately, for he could not tell if he would receive welcome or not - his garb of white beneath often meant that many associated him with the Whitecloaks and could still tongues faster than a scandalous remark.  Beneath his cloak, his hands were at work, feeling the coins of his purse through the soft leather, mentally noting how slim his riches were, but there was more than enough to last him a week or two if he had to stay.<br/><br/>It appeared that Master Fain was already well acquainted with the lay of the Two Rivers and had found his way here before him and Cael smirked at the sudden buzz the man had stirred.  Approaching his traveling companion he laid his hand on the other man's should.<br/><br/><strong>"Surely such news can wait Master Fain - these good folk are in the midst of preparing for a festival and as such would be better left to enjoying that time before returning to more serious ruminations."</strong><br/><br/>