No sooner than he had removed his wet cloak he heard a knock on the door. Perhaps it was the horse and rider he had seen, but he was unsure.<br/><br/>Unconsciously he looked down at his appearance. His brown tunic was dry as was his trousers. His well-worn leather boots showed the dampness from the grounds. He glanced around the quiet room. It seemed that he was the only one there. Although not his house, he knew it was open to all and any traveler would be welcome here.<br/><br/>With a firm grip on the doorknob, he turned it and opened the door. Standing there he saw a traveler wearing a hooded long cloak. The cloak was wet from the rain and surely she was looking for shelter.<br/><br/>His short, stocky frame and rough clothing belied his manner and the pleasure of seeing a fellow traveler, known or unknown. He had been alone throughout his journey and company would be welcome.<br/><br/>Looking at her he realized she was unknown to him and probably new in these parts. As he looked at her his face lit up with a smile, and he said, "Welcome. Come in out of the rain. You have found a safe and friendly place. I am glad you are here."