The guards looked uneasy, rather unwilling to suggest she leave, unwilling to approach the wolf .. and seeing a line of impatient merchants and traders with their wagons stopped behind the Druid.<br/><br/>It was market-day, and while many had arrived the night before, there were others who were just now arriving at Larm for one of the larger and more important weekly events in the area.  Larm more than tripled in population, though most trickled in and stayed only a few hours, returning to farms or even smaller settlements.<br/><br/>"What's going on here?"<br/><br/>An older man wearing a livery marking him to be an officer in the village's militia scowled as he approached.<br/><br/>"This ... woman.  Wants to bring that<em> thing</em>into Larm!"<br/><br/>He glanced at Leyra and at the wolf, who held its ground at Leyra's side, looking quite tractable to the casual glance.   It's hackles were just beginning to raise, as it was clearly getting impatient, and sensing Leyra's anger at the hold-up.<br/><br/>"You own a dog?" the commander asked the guard that had spoken.  There was no response, other than a slightly sheepish look on the guard's face.<br/><br/>"Thought so.  Move aside and let 'em through, then."<br/><br/>He glanced at Leyra one last time, shook his head, and turned to leave.  Clearly he wanted none of this nonsense on Market day.