Jira walks almost happily, though her green eyes glint hard between her lashes. One arm reaches out and snags Kinnegar's arm, her hand looping through his elbow, casually forthe appearance of outsiders, though her fingers grasp his arm tightly.<br/><br/>"Ho there, little girl, son.." A guard calls, moving toward them quickly. His weathered face kindly, but looking over them quickly wtih an inspectory glance. "What be your business in Fairweather today, I don't recognize you nor your pretty lass." He spoke, obviously at the man of the duo, though Jira speaks up firmly.<br/><br/>"Forgive my brother my Lord...he is a bit daft in the head...Maw said it was because the All Father thought that there was enough ableminded men in the world, that we needed a few more loving boys." Jira smiles almost too innocently up at the guard, who looked at them both a bit suspiciously. "Why do you have armaments?' He questioned shrewdly.<br/><br/>"We came from our farm about two days journy My Lord. You would not have a woman and her poor feeble minded brother travel alone and unarmed? I am the only other child of my parents, who are both too ill to make a trip for apothecary purposes, I must take care of Kenneth here as well as myself." Flashing the older guard a winning smile, her fingers just about digging into Kinnegar's arm as the guard turnedhis attention back to the man.<br/><br/>"Can you speak boy?"