Jasper's pace slowed as the stagecoach station came into sight.  Urgasburg was, at best, a city only the wildly eccentric would be drawn to.  He had been somewhat surprised when the old man running the little operation had commented briefly that there had been others earlier in the day that had secured transit.  Seeing the armed, armored, hooded and masked one standing a sort of sentinel over the gathering of outsiders did little to quell his sense of dis-ease.  A fitting enough word for what they were headed to, however...<br/><br/>"<div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Auran</div><div class="spoiler_body">Is it a pun, master?</div></div>" the little grey-skinned, winged thing carrying his baggage chimed, catching the trail of amusement as it flicked through the wizard's head.  "<div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Auran</div><div class="spoiler_body">Does it pun, master?</div></div>"<br/><br/>"Quiet, you," Jasper muttered, shooting the mephit a meaningful Look.  "I've got a long day of sitting ahead of me, and I don't need your input on the matter."<br/><br/>Aiyel tittered mischeviously, but kept its remaining thoughts to itself.  It was a welcome opportunity for him to make a somewhat more thorough observation of the other persons present.  None of them looked like backwoods country folk: their clothing, whether the foreboding armor of their sentinel, the motley of the demon-blooded man who was its (her? yes, it seemed, her) companion, or anyone else, there was power here.  The idea brought him a bit of not-entirely-idle curiosity, but he could ask about the dweomercraft later.  There would be little mistaking his own uniqueness; how many people carried staves and were attended by four-foot-tall elemental imp creatures?<br/><br/>"Four people, if you're looking for who is immediately around you," Jasper observed with a dry smile, letting the subtle -tak- of his staff against the path announce his presence to the admittedly-gorgeous woman speaking with the two possible natives.  "And I'm given to understand there are two more, from what the old man mentioned when I paid my own faire.  I sincerely doubt that anyone comes here just to buy a ticket for a stagecoach that they do not intend on taking."