Right as the gate was beginning to close, one of the gate guards notices the sounds and sights of the three horses coming up the slope towards the town. Cursing himself for not closing the gate fast enough, as he leaves it half propped open for the time being. Glaring at all three of you before getting down to business.<br/><br/>"Hm, sorry Mistress, but I've had orders to get these gates closed right at sundown, and I am already late as is. Unless..."<br/><br/>Glaring at Raven in the dim light, trying to wonder if it were okay in the slightest. The woman does indeed look of nobility, and having two servants to her rear. Before he can make another decision, the other guardkeeper, a man more aged and looking close to retirement, yells at him to hurry up with those gates. Glaring the three travelers at the gate, before his eyes go wide.<br/><br/>"Light! Hurry up you fool, that is a....!" Glaring at the other guard and back at Raven, before blushing as best as he can.<br/><br/>"So sorry, Mistress Sedai, he didn't know. We'll get this gate open right away." Yelling at him and other men on the other side, as the gate once again opens for the three of you. The guards allowing you to pass inside without any bothering, not even wanting to check your bags or even dare to ask.<br/><br/>Meanwhile, a rather gruff looking borderman lay sitting in a nearby Inn. Enjoying the creature comforts these southlanders enjoy, along with the songs and stories of a gleeman off to the side. Having the pleasure to make some chat with the locales, and how they take the idea of Trollocs and Halfmen as nonsense by gleeman.<br/><br/>From what else the borderlander has sought out for rumors and news, was that idea that the Hunt for the Horn was to begin anew, with the last hunt only 400 years ago. Which meant plenty of shadow people pretending to be heroes, wanting to find the Fabled Horn of Valere. Nobody has found it in over 3000 years, so it was hardly something to dwell over.<br/><br/>Also more rumors and tales of another False Dragon appearing within Tarabon, with there being the usual rioting's and other uprisings as a result. It is only a manner of time before the government takes care of him, or the Red Ajah does.