Aellon dos Servantos Ramirez de Korvosa, Aellon to his friends. Well if he would have any that was, was riding down the road. People seeing him ride would think him some noble fop, and would wonder why he rode unescorted. His silken cloak waved behind him and his velvet clothing was clearly visible beneath it. Those who thought he was an easy mark would be surprised though.<br/><br/>he approached a little coastal town, and decided it might be a good place to stop and rest. Perhaps he could pick up some more supplies. he looked at the town, which seemed like every other small harbour town he'd seen, with one subtle difference. People seemed on edge, as if afraid for something or someone. He looked at the peasants walking about and sometimes gawking at him, then rode towards what passed for the drinking establishment here.<br/><br/>He rode up to the building, and tied his horse to the pole. He walked into the inn and looked around. There seemed to be a bit of a commotion surrounding a little kid. Or, wait. that wasn't a kid. It was a halfling, and she seemed to be riling the locals. This could be interesting. He walked up to the group and looked as she spoke.