Even as Sorsha approached the small village, Haleb Namenshi settled down into a chair in the inn with a grateful sigh.  He had traveled far in the past few weeks, thinking only to put as much distance between himself and homeland of Ctarin as possible.  Ever since he had recieved a vision from the goddess Brigit, and learned that she was the source of his powers, he knew at last what his heart had told him all his life; he did not belong in that den of serpents that called itself a nation.<br/><br/>So, to the North he had come, hoping that his insulted family would not think to send their spies and assassins after him there.  He had noticed that his dark skin and "exotic" features earned him quite a few looks, ranging from the merely curious to the openly hostile, but simply shrugged them all off.  After spending his entire life hiding his true self, he wasn't going to fuss about being ridiculed for so small a thing as his appearance.