<div class="floatleft">(https://images-wixmp-ed30a86b8c4ca887773594c2.wixmp.com/f/8acf84a3-3552-4d4b-9394-8fd273e50e2c/dd9q1v7-9bcbdd9c-b462-439c-bf83-1f91071b0de4.png?token=eyJ0eXAiOiJKV1QiLCJhbGciOiJIUzI1NiJ9.eyJzdWIiOiJ1cm46YXBwOjdlMGQxODg5ODIyNjQzNzNhNWYwZDQxNWVhMGQyNmUwIiwiaXNzIjoidXJuOmFwcDo3ZTBkMTg4OTgyMjY0MzczYTVmMGQ0MTVlYTBkMjZlMCIsIm9iaiI6W1t7InBhdGgiOiJcL2ZcLzhhY2Y4NGEzLTM1NTItNGQ0Yi05Mzk0LThmZDI3M2U1MGUyY1wvZGQ5cTF2Ny05YmNiZGQ5Yy1iNDYyLTQzOWMtYmY4My0xZjkxMDcxYjBkZTQucG5nIn1dXSwiYXVkIjpbInVybjpzZXJ2aWNlOmZpbGUuZG93bmxvYWQiXX0.Vjcp5xFDzwCP6dQBexm6pp4J-qe_YKniSU65ugQCOVI)</div><br/><br/><strong>"Eh,"</strong>Ian quipped up suddenly as he gave a small shrug.<strong>"I get where 'SHE' comes from.  'bout clothes, I mean."</strong>He flicks his wrist this way and that, smooth and subtle hand motions producing coins, cards, knives.<strong>"They conceal, they hide."</strong>He smirked and cleared his throat, glancing up at the spotted sunlight through the treeline.<br/><br/>His voice, when it returned, was low, like rumbling thunder as he lilted his way through his next words.<strong>"What silken secrets hide b'low, the tattered coverin's of yer woolen clothes?  Your cloak'n coat an hat adorned, do hide away what was born.  But those silken secrets I do entreat, the real you I'd like ta meet."</strong>He glanced over his shoulder, gave Rishi a wink before he turned a glance towards Uxia,<strong>"See?  That's all she's after."</strong><br/><br/>He paused a beat for comedy's sake,<strong>"Or clothes is tough ta chew."</strong>His grin widened as he chuckled quietly.  Out of the corner of his eye, Ian watched the other guards of the caravan move about, weapons at the ready.<strong>"Say.  Does anybody else find it weird that there was so many people as dumb as we was ta take this wage?  Strikes me as weird."</strong>