Kayven had been dressed in full armor, that of Chelaxian design which betrayed his lineage as much as his face and body. He was a strong, mountain of a man but also gentle and active. His back had a long bastard sword and a shield that had his personal crest on its front, his scale mail also fit like a glove showing firm toned definition in his features. He looked at those present and gave Sylshara a slow approving nod "I think we can make a detour, if we were in Westcrown I would want to go see my parents and siblings as well." he said in an assuring tone before looking down the road.<br/><br/>His lips curled into a smile at the thought of finally reaching an Inn, he never minded sleeping on the road or in the wilderness but it was also true that he preffered the urban setting. "Hmmmm, a warm bottle of spirits and some cute waitresses to flirt with. That sounds great. I think we could all use some time to unwind and have fun too"