"You are too kind, Miss Mialla, as much as I might like to claim that sobriquet. But good is such a subjective term. Personally I would perhaps go for law-abiding. Then again, that might not be much of a surprise, given my position." The sheriff put on a clearly exaggerated mien of thoughtfulness as he spoke, but betrayed his own seriousness, or lack thereof, even more with an amused glimmer in his eyes.<br/><br/>The short exchange bteween sheriff and bard gave Eztli a good moment to study the rider and his equipment. Perhaps not surprising, McAlwin's clothes and gear were in good repair. Not completely new, but where small repairs had been made they had been made with some skill. And while clothes, leather jerkin, and cloak were made from the same common materials that could be seen all around the village, their good fit showed tailoring that went beyond simple home-made clothes. What Eztli also noted was that, as casual as the sherif appeared, his sword was tied to the saddle in a good position for a quick draw.<br/><br/>Turning to the fighter, McAlwin nodded. "Last of Scarborough? Well, I'd say where you are originally from might be more interesting. But, then again, travel forms the character, or so I have been told. Perhaps someone's origin is not all that important in the grand scheme of things. But, you two will have to excuse me. Duty calls, I am afraid." While the sheriff seemed in no great rush to ride on, he did straighten in the saddle and reached for the reins of his horse.