He picked up his step to follow her.  He'd apprenticed at a smith in his hometown so the work would be familiar.  Perhaps he could leave the life he knew behind and start over.<em>Don't be a fool.  Blood is all you know.  You can't escape it.</em>the voice inside him spoke with feverish urgency.  "I don't want your family to feel they have to go out of the way for me."  He didn't want this family to take him in and then something happen to them on account of him.  "I could stay at a local inn if there is one?"  He looked at her, concern furrowing his brow, his scar pulling itself slightly out of alignment with its lower half.<em>That's right.  Hide from them.  Don't let them know you.  It is easier to keep a cold distance.  Don't get sucked in by a pretty face.</em>Shaking his head to silence the voice, he strode beside her awaiting her answer.