<div class="floatleft">(http://i1276.photobucket.com/albums/y475/kiricrand/Richard%20Blackthorn_zps01qwxezu.jpg)</div><strong>Name: Richard Blackthorn</strong><br/><strong>Location: Outside town heading in</strong><br/><strong>Tagging: No one</strong><br/><br/><hr/><br/>Richard hadn't been outside town long, deciding to keep to the outskirts for the time being. Most people didn't need to know that the son of the Blackthorn family was nearby just yet. Besides, Richard has his own reason for being here, and he only hoped his long trek was finally over. It had been a month since he had received that letter, and every time he though he got close, it seemed he was just lead further along in his journey. The supplies he had brought with him were running low, and he would have to stop soon in order to restock. This village looked as god as any, he mainly needed some food and maybe some more clothes. Maybe he ought to take up a odd job or two to gather up some coin for the remainder of this trip.<br/><br/>He sighed a bit as he poked his stick into the fire, making sure it was out before packing up his camp. He stowed away anything that would link him to his family, only wanting to use that resource if it came to dire needs. He also hid any signs of his power, people tended to take his kind the wrong way. Most instantly thought he was linked to some kind of malignant being, and this was not the case for him. Sure, there were cultist of the ancient god he followed that were a bit on the evil side, but that was not the case for He Who Dreams.<br/><br/>He smiled at the thought, making his way into town and towards the local tavern. Taverns always seemed to be a place of information and jobs, and maybe he could find both before this night was over.