A weary looking figure rode beside the caravan, face hidden by his hat as he rolled into town, body concealed by a trail worn poncho.  Reaching the guard post, he threw aside his poncho, revealing an impressive arsenal of pistol, musket, sword, and dagger, along with a powder horn and a flask of green bubbling acid.  On the other hand, he was also wearing a rather elaborate holy symbol; a stylized crow, holding a medicine bundle, under which glittered the iron symbol of father Torag, placed above a silver rendition of the holy symbol of Iomedae.  "Hail and well met, I am Lionel Arkelsis, a humble servant of Grandmother Crow, the All Father, and Io the Inheritor."  Lionel said, standing relaxed yet almost defiantly ready for anything.  "Is there a temple dedicated to dieties of goodness in this town?"<br/><br/>The knight's horse was laden only with a collection of books in sturdy leather saddlebags, scroll cases suggesting an interest in the occult.  The traveler carried only a few days worth of supplies, but if he were a bandit, he would be carrying signifigantly more wealth.  The horse had seen better days, and looked more than a little ragged and wiry, like it simply hadn't been eating right.  Given the gauntness of its rider, the two seemed quite well matched.