There were three men inside the small guard station.  It couldn't have been more than ten feet by ten, and the majority of that room was taken up by a table.  On that table was a game of cards that the two men inside were playing.  The older man was sitting at a desk filling out papers, but James stuck his head in behind Brea,  "Captain Brannin Marr?  This is Brea, she's going to talk to us for a minute or two, but there's a woman outside who has some questions to ask you about gate policy."<br/><br/>The older guardsman frowned, but stood with a sigh.  "All right then, just ... clean up after."  He said as he made his way outside.<br/><br/>The two other soldiers smiled as James latched the door behind the old captain.  One of them looked a year or two older than James, the other in his middle years and scarred, but handsome despite the marks on his face.  The scarred one smiled showing a single missing tooth and asked, "Hello there yourself pretty young thing.  What brings you here tonight?"