He sighed as he looked down at the moldy piece of paper in his hands, it was a map....of sorts the sort of rural scribblings that a well meaning but ill educated farmer would hastily draw before rushing back to drive away the crows from his crop. Looking around the quaint little town Fritz let out another bitter sigh. "close enough" he thought to himself. "Come" he pulled on the reigns of his traveling companion. A old gray and speckled plow horse by the name of Pfeffer, who had been donated to the church after its better years had already past.<br/><br/>As he walked down the street the villagers made obvious attempts to avoid his path though not for the same reason that they had avoided the girl. A wide brimmed hat covered a head of shaggy brown hair which looked like it had been hacked at with a knife in a attempt to attain some semblance of respectability. Stubble and hints of a mustache framed the lower parts of his sharp angular face though most of that was obscured by a tattered scarf that was wrapped around the lower parts of his face and his neck. He wore a plain black over coat that was emblazoned over the left breast with the emblem of a eye framed by the wings of two flying crows set against a silver cross. Every now and then the silver rod he used as a walking stick tapped down on the stone sidewalk. *tap* *tap* *tap* A slow leisurely rhythm to match the man's pace.<br/><br/>and then his stomach growled, he had been on the road for several days subsisting only on what he could manage to forage from the wilderness and while he wasn't starving per se he was damned hungry. Sighing again he entered into the market district. "I suppose a local would know the best place to avoid catching botulism at......" Sighting out a remarkably well dressed young woman with her hair done up in a bun just leaving the market place....something was off about her though something almost bewitching. Deciding that she was as good a person to ask as any he hurried his pace to catch up with her and placed a strong but gentle hand on her shoulder. "Excuse me miss, but do you know where a tired traveler may find a decent place to have a good meal and a place to rest?"