Having set sail in Skullport as healing crew to a fairly shady merchant, (If there were other types of merchants, Talen had not yet met them,) Talen came to the river Dessarin, and as the river boat neared Waterdeep, a small fire near the bank was spotted as Dusk approached.  Settling her pay with the ship's captain, Talen disembarked a mile upstream, then headed for the camp.<br/><br/>"Kitten, heel!" Talen said sharply to the large yellow animal she'd purchased a few weeks back.  It was fairly cuddly, but the merchant who'd sold the creature to her told her it was a competent watch animal.  The river merchants had laughed at it's name however... Talen was still not exactly certain why.  Perhaps it wasn't a very inventive name for the creature?<br/><br/>She approached the fire with the usual mix of apprehension and hope.  Mostly apprehension, for it was rare that she could get a surface dweller to talk to her, instead of cursing her or attacking.  Still some times she<br/>was pleasantly surprised, and she knew this was part of her calling, trying to change her race's perception, one person at a time.<br/><br/>Sent by her mistress, the High Priestess Veladorn, Talen was seeking a band of the Travelers, as this group was said to have some clue to the growing discontent.<br/><br/>She stops just outside of the firelight, one hand her large yellow dog's back, and says, with a bit of an odd accent,  "I seek the Traveling ones.  Would any of you be of their order?"