Mark Macy (http://plothook.net/RPG/profiler/view.php?id=12413)<br/><strong>Beside Analise at the entrance to the stable</strong><br/><br/>Mark held his hand on the hilt of his blade, ready to act at a moment's notice. If there was conflict he was ready for it to begin. His left hand opened and closed, his body anticipating the need to wield the force of his magic. The group before him was held by what he assumed to be the leader, whom seemed to at least marginally cordial. He looked to his side, eying his current partner at the door, then returned his gaze the the group before him.<br/><br/>Tavah seemed to be comfortable speaking with the strangers, and mark hoped he was right to be so. With riders in the night, there was never a good time to stand openly before them. Mark was curious to discover what brought them to this inn, and why they'd come from the direction they had. He was also wondering how the man at the head of their group wielded the large blade he'd held up. One way or another, Mark would likely find out before the sun rose in the morning.