tell.  I think she went right for it.
	This is where I miss Allia, Dolanna said.  Her eyes would tell us.
	Ill go look, Dolanna, Tarrin said, taking Fireflash off his shoulder and putting him on the horses back in front of the saddle.  He reached into his saddlepack and took out the violet visor that Allia had given him, which they used to shield their eyes from sand and the suns glare.  He used it when flying to keep the wind out of his eyes, which made it much easier to see.  We need to have a look around anyway.
	Do not reveal yourself, dear one.
	Ill be up too high, he answered her.  I want to get a look around.  Weve gone days now without seeing any human settlements, and I want to know if there are any around us.
	Why? Sarraya asked.
	Because we need to resupply, he answered.  Were down to a rides worth of food.  Id rather buy it than hunt it, because the only thing Ive seen out on this grass plain to hunt so far are rabbits.
	Yeah, I noticed that.  No deer, no elk, no antelope, nothing big, Ulger said.  Thats unusual.
	Not if were in a void surrounded by human habitation, Tarrin said.  They might have hunted them all out, and the other wild ones have no way to get in here.
	That, or they simply do not exist here, Dolanna reminded them.
	Weve seen deer, Haley noted.  But then again, the deer from home dont live out on grasslands.
	Give me a few minutes, he said as she handed the reins of his horse to Azakar.
	Oooh, Im coming too! Sarraya said, zipping up from the back of the line and circling Tarrin a few times in her excitement.
	Instead of dismounting, Tarrin nimbly climed up to stand on his saddle, then brought forth his wings an instant before Dolanna sharply called for him to stop.  What? he asked.
	Dolanna smiled wryly.  Dear one, you just burned holes in the back of your shirt and vest.  How are you going to fix them?
	Ill-oh.  Forgot about that, he grunted ruefully.  Ill have to use that Wizard spell to fix them.
	Next time, dear one, take them off.  It will save you some trouble.
	I will, he promised.  Ok, were going straight up, Sarraya.
	Straight up is no sweat! she declared as she started ascending over them.
	Tarrin put on the visor and lifted away from his horse, soaring straight up easily, almost languidly, as he momentarily lost his head in the glorious sensation of being able to fly.  Even after years with the ability, the pure joy of it had never become old for him.  He caught up with Sarraya, then cradled her in his paws as he accellerated faster than she could fly, quickly and easily getting them nearly two longspans above the ground.
	Showoff! Sarraya accused as he levelled off and hovered in midair.  She flitted around him, just a little unsteady as her multicolored wings beat frantically at the thinner air to keep her aloft.
	Alright, lets get a look, he told her, and he started looking around.  They were in a bowl of sorts of flat land, with a mountain range visible to what he would call south, the direction they were moving, and a spur of that range creeping through to the east.  There indeed was a forest to the east, where Kimmie went, not a large one, though, and just at the edge of his vision he could see the walls of a human settlement, on the other side of the forest.  Kimmie was moving in a straight line right for it.  There was another very small settlement to the northeast, and there was a road that went from it and into the forest, north of where they would enter the forest if they followed Kimmies trail.
	That looks like a village over there, Sarraya called.  He turned to look, then looked off where she was pointing, to what he considered southwest.  There was indeed a very, very small village there, or perhaps a large farm, just on the horizon, its cultivated fields just barely visible.  We need one of those Wikuni spyglasses, she complained.
	You-hey, Miranda might have one! he said.  She had one at one time, I remember seeing it in her satchel when I was riding in it.
	Lets go ask her! Sarraya said.  Care to give me a lift down?
	Tarrin took hold of her and dropped back down close to the ground so quickly his stomach rose up in his belly.  He got down to within a hundred spans of Miranda and shouted down to her.  Miranda, do you still have that spyglass you had in your satchel? he called.
	I think I do! she shouted back, going for the shoulder bag that she always carried with her, which was now attached to her saddle.  I dont remember taking it out!  She rummaged through it for a few seconds, then pulled out a bronze tube.  Got it! she called.
	What did you see up there, Tarrin? Dolanna called as he came down.
	Theres a city to the east on the other side of the woods that Azakar did in fact see, and a village southwest and northeast of us, he answered in a quieter tone as he hovered by Mirandas horse.  The horse shied a bit from him, seeing the fire of his wings, but Miranda kept him steady as she handed him the spyglass.  The city looks good-sized, but I couldnt see that much.  Theres a road that runs from the northeast village into the forest, and it looks like its headed for that city.  Kimmie headed arrow-straight for that city.
	She must have needed something, Dolanna mused.
	Ill be back down in a few minutes, he told them as he took hold of Sarraya again and vaulted up into the sky.  Once he got back to his former altitude he released the Faerie, extended the spyglass, and aimed it at the city.  It took a bit to get it focused, but it allowed him to see much better.  The city was about the size of Torrian before Tarrin had burned it down, surrounded by a log wall whose exterior had been charred to prevent attackers from using fire to burn it down.  It did have a stone gatehouse, and from the look of it, they were building a stone wall in front of the log wall to replace it.  They had the foundation laid, but had only just started raising it.  The buildings within were made of wood, but they didnt look to be all that elegant.  They had a slapdash quality to them, as if they were hastily constructed.
	Hmm, Tarrin mused.
	What? Sarraya asked.  What do you see?  He described his observations to her, and she put her finger to her tiny chin for a moment in thought.  I wonder why theyre building walls if this One guy controls everything? she asked.
	Maybe we were wrong about that, Tarrin said.  But they certainly think they need to be defended from something.
	Yeah, from us, Sarraya said with a nasty little giggle.
	Tarrin turned the spyglass on the road, and could barely make out a column of soldiers on that road, moving towards the city.  He swept it past them, then grunted.  That village northwest of the city, we must have passed by with it just under the horizon, he realized.  We came from that general direction, but we didnt see it.
	We should have seen smoke from their fires, Sarraya fretted.
	Sarraya, there are no fires, he told her, looking at the village, which was too far away to make out much detail.
	Well, we can barely see it now, so odds were we couldnt see anything on the ground, fires or no fires, she told him.
	True.  I think the land rises between the village and where we came through, that would have helped hide it.  I wonder how long itll take those soldiers to get there.
	What soldiers?
	Theres a column of soldiers marching on the road, he told her, zooming in on them again.  About a hundred, I think.  Theyre moving towards the city.
	Walking?  Not today.
	Youre probably right there, he agreed.
	How long do you think itll take us to get to the city?  Youre the one with the better view.
	We might get there by sunset if we dont get hung up too much in the forest.  It looks like its about five leagues away from where we are now.  With these horses, five leagues is more than doable in half a day.
	Sarraya laughed.  Five leagues is doable in half that time, she told him.  We could make twelve leagues easy on those horses.  Twenty if we dont stop too much and go at a canter.  Theyre very strong horses.
	Yeah, but we have to go through the woods, and thatll slow us a bit.  If its got a lot of underbrush, we might not make it today.
	Well, lets go back down and tell the others, so we can get moving, Sarraya told him.
	After explaining what they saw, Dolanna wasted no time making her decisions.  Let us move towards the city and try to reach it by nightfall.  I would like to sleep in an inn this night, she announced.  And this time we do nothing untowards, she said, levelling her steady gaze on Tarrin.
	Ill try, he promised as Azakar turned his massive horse in the direction Tarrin considered due east.
	It took them a couple of hours to reach the edge of the forest, which was filled with massive hardwood trees that cooled the air considerably as they entered it, complete with all the sounds he would expect to hear in a wood, from squirrels and chipmunks to the scratching of woodchucks to the chirping of birds in the foliage high above and also on the ground, foraging amond dead leaves that carpeted the forest floor.  There was no underbrush, so they made very good time as they moved along Kimmies trail.  It met up with a wide path, just large enough for a very small cart, about two longspans into the trees, and Kimmie turned onto that path.  They did as well, making much better time as the forest began to show undergrowth, where holes in the canopy above allowed sunlight to filter down to saplings, bushes, and vines that obscured their vision on either side of the track.  Mist stood up from where she was reclining, her ears swivelling towards the brush to their left.
	What is it, Mist? he asked the black cat in the saddle with him.
	Humans, she replied in the manner of the Cat.  Hiding in the trees.
	Sarraya, be a dear and go take a look, he said to the Faerie, who was sitting on the other shoulder opposite Fireflash.
	Im on it, she told him confidently, and though he didnt see her, he heard the buzzing of her wings as she zipped off in the direction Mist was looking.
	What is it, dear one? Dolanna asked.
	Humans are off over there, he answered, nodding with his head.  Sarrayas investigating.
	Ah.  I will inform Haley and Ulger.
	Tarrin pulled his bow out from the holster in his saddle, which slung it behind his leg, and uncapped the quiver slung on the opposite side, and Azakar drew his broadsword meaningfully after pulling his shield down from where it was slung on his arm to get a grip on it.  The others also visibly prepared for an attack, as they waited for Sarraya to return with information about the hidden humans.  Tarrin reflexively nocked his bow when he heard a rustle of leaves off in the same direction the humans were hidden, but refrained from drawing it when a squirrel erupted from a small bush and bounded across the track to a tree on the far side.  He was about to pull the arrow off his bow when he heard the buzzing of Sarrayas wings approach them.  She landed on his shoulder and sat down sedately.  Nothing to worry about, she told him.  Just a bunch of peasants.  Theyre gathering berries.
	Perhaps you should foray out ahead of us to ensure the path is clear, Dolanna proposed.
	Sure, Dolanna, Sarraya answered, flitting off his shoulder.  Ill be ahead a ways.  If I see anything, Ill come back and tell you.
	It took them most of the afternoon to reach the other side of the forest.  They passed two groups of humans dressed in rough homespun smocks and tunics.  They were very thin people who had the look of frightened animals, moving quickly and in a tight group, staring at the mounted party as it passed.  They all bowed or curtsied as they went by, with fear in their eyes, and Tarrin realized that their very fine clothing-by their standards-the Knights armor, their weapons, and their horses had to denote them as rich or part of the nobility.  If such a thing existed here.  When they left the treeline, they could see a fair sized town, about the size Torrian had been before it burned down, surrounded by that blackened log wall.  A large group of men worked outside that log wall to build a stone one, laying heavy stones in place under the eyes of three mean wearing scarlet tabards.  They had a crest of a white triangle on a black circular background on the chests of those blood red tabards, and they were gathered around a large scroll of parchment that one of them was holding, talking about something and pointing to it.  They stopped when Azakar led them towards the stone gatehouse of the town, their eyes hard and uncertain as they watched the group pass by.
	When they reached the gatehouse, Azakar pulled up to a stop and Dolanna moved her horse forward as six men carrying halberds and wearing rusty chain jacks with surcoats of the same scarlet and with the same device upon their chests stepped forward.  Good evening, my Lords, the tallest of them addressed in Penali.  Praise be the One.  What business have you in Dengal?
	Dolanna urged her horse up with Azakars.  We travel from one point to another, goodman, she answered.
	Hush, woman! the man barked.  Let your betters speak!
	Tarrins eyes blazed as a sudden well of icy fury roiled up in him, but Haley calmly urged his horse up to the front.  Forgive our customs, my good man, Haley said with a light smile, but we have come from a great distance on a pilgrimage.  Where we come from, its customary for the one of highest rank to do the talking, and our good Lady here happens to outrank us all.
	Thats bunk, he snorted.  Who would put a woman in any position of authority?
	If that woman gives the order, well make you a head shorter, lout, Ulger said in an ugly manner, putting his hand on the hilt of his broadsword.  Now be civil, or well have to go get you a new tongue.
	The threat present in those words was not lost on the tall, gangly man.  He gave the shortest of bows to them and took a single step back.  What business have you in Dengal? he repeated.
	We seek nothing more than a bed for the night and a chance to replenish our stores.  We shall be gone with the morning sun, Dolanna answered him, perhaps a bit tartly.  Now stand aside.
	I cant let that, that thing through the gate, he said, pointing at Tarrin.  Or, more to the point, pointing at Fireflash, who was sitting on Tarrins shoulder.  What is that thing?
	Its called a drake, Tarrin answered.  Its a very rare animal that lives on an island off the coast of our homeland.
	Its not normal.  I dont see why the Church hasnt killed it yet.
	As it is still quite alive, I would say that the Church does not agree with you.  Or are you now saying that you know better than the Church?
	There was a veiled threat so hideous within those words that the man melted out of the way, bowing several times and proclaiming that he did not.
	Very good.  Now direct us to your finest inn.
	We only have the one, your Ladyship, the Three Masks.  Straight down this street, about halfway into town, on the left.  Theres three wooden masks hanging outside the door.  You cant miss it.
	Thank you.  Enjoy your day.
	May the One watch over you, he said with another bow as they started moving forward.
	By the trees, I hope not, Sarraya whispered from his other shoulder.
	The streets of the town, Dengal, were choked with half-dried mud, and the stench of human waste assaulted even Tarrins human nose as they moved along the pedestrians.  The contents of chamber pots and kitchen refuse were simply tossed out of windows into the streets, creating a miasma of stench that clung close to the ground, hanging almost like a smoky mist over the sewage filling the bottoms of narrow ditches dug into either side of the muddy street.  Small wooden bridges connected the buildings to each side of the street to the street itself, or long wooden decks that were built out over them to provide passage for many people at once.  The first thing that Tarrin noticed outside of the numbers of crudely dressed humans were the guards.  Patrols of ten men in uniforms similar to those men at the gate roamed the streets, and there was never less than two in sight from the backs of their horses at any one time.  All the citizens of the town gave these patrols a very wide berth, even if they had to wade in the ankle-deep sewage in the ditches on the sides of the street.  The buildings themselves were made of rough timber, log walls chinked with mud that lined the sides of the streets, at least until they got about a quarter of the way in.  The buildings went from rough timber to slate tiles, wattle and daub, and even a few stone buildings that looked to be businesses, and what was not a surprise, the large, ornate stone building that had to be the towns chapel clearly visible at the end of the street.  It had two spires on either side of its front and a stained glass window, with that same triangle an circle design, over the large brass doors that led inside of it.
	The Three Masks was a small inn exactly where the guard said it would be.  Nervous grooms took the reins of the horses as they rode into a very small yard to the side of the main building, then waited as they all dismounted.  Ulger took one of them aside and spoke to him in low tones, and the whitening of the mans face told Tarrin that the Knight had made several nasty threats should anything happen to their horses, their packs, or anything within them.  Tarrin picked up Mist and carried her after he dismounted, following the others into the inns main building, a ratty doorway with no door, only an old blanket nailed across the doorway to provide some illusion of separation between outside and inside.  Tarrin thought the place to be a seedy dive until they got inside and found a small yet meticulously clean common room with tables in the middle of the floor, a row of booths on the far wall, and a small, cozy little bar on the left.  The door that was probably hung in the doorway before they arrived was laying between two chairs, and a small, portly man with a patch over his left eye and a head full of short-cropped graying hair was bent over that door with a carpenters planing tool, shaving some of the wood off its edge.  The tool he was using, Tarrin noted, was fairly well made and built around a sharp steel planing blade, hinting that perhaps these people were not as primitive as they seemed to be.
	Goodness me, we have guests! the man said in surprise, putting the tool down.  He took one look at them and then gave a false smile.  The Church is on up the street, my Lords, he told them.  They should have plenty of room for you.
	Were not from the Church, Tarrin told him, answering before Dolanna could speak.  We need rooms for the night.
	Well, then, welcome to the Three Masks.  Im Merik Thatcher.  You have come to the best inn in Dengal, the man said brightly.
	You mean the only inn, Ulger chuckled.
	Well, that makes it the best, does it not? he answered with a sly little look at Ulger.  Come in, my Lords, come in!  And please forgive this mess, Ive been meaning to fix this door for a while now.  Its just the luck of the Defiled that you would pick this particular day to pay me a call.  Would you like something to take the dust from your throats?
	We would like our rooms, please, Dolanna answered him.  And perhaps directions to your greengrocer or nearest food merchant.  Our travelling stores are growing thin, and we have need to resupply to continue our journey.
	Well, er, is that what you need, my Lord? he asked, giving Dolanna an odd look before turning to address Tarrin.  The mans eyes locked on Fireflash, but unlike the guard, this man said nothing, nor did he make any indication that Fireflash was out of the ordinary.
	You heard the lady, goodman, Tarrin answered him.
	Yes, I most certainly did, he said with a charming smile.  Please, have a seat if youre of a mind while youre waiting for me to get your rooms ready, though Id bet that youre tired of sitting by now.  Such finery could only mean you rode here on horses, or perhaps even a carriage.  Brolli, we have guests! the man called towards the bar.  Start supper!
	Aye, a feminine voice called from the back.
	Would you like to inspect our rooms, my Lord?  You can look things over as I prepare them for you.
	Thats my department, goodman Merik, Miranda told him with a smile, though the Illusion of Mist made it look predatory, when he knew Miranda wore her cheeky grin beneath it.  But judging from the condition of your common room, I think Ill find little to criticize.
	Youd be within your rights not say that with this door hogging the room and my clean floor littered with sawdust and wood shavings, he said with an honest smile.
	But its a clean floor under that sawdust, goodman, Miranda told him with a straight face.
	He laughed.  You honor me, my Lady.  Are you sure you dont want something to drink? he asked again.  I shouldnt be but a few moments to prepare your rooms, but you should spend those moments in comfort.
	Ill take whatever you have on hand, my good man, Ulger announced.  I could use a drink.
	Would you prefer ale or water?
	Ale, of course, he replied.
	Anyone else? he asked, but there was only silence.  Brolli, could you bring a tankard of ale out for our guest? he called.
	Aye, Merik, she called back.
	Ill go prepare your rooms.  If you need anything at all, just tell Brolli, and shell get it for you.  We, ah, can discuss the cost of the nights stay when I return.  If you would follow me, my Lady?
	Certainly, Miranda told him, stepping forward.  Ill only be a few minutes, my Lord, and Ill make sure that the rooms here are worthy of you, she said, giving Tarrin an outrageous smile when Merik couldnt see, and Tarrin inwardly groaned.  Miranda was going to play up this notion that they were nobles, and hed have to endure simpering and my Lords being thrown at him all night.
	Ulger swung his leg over a chair and sat down as the woman Brolli brought out a crude ceramic tankard filled with dark ale. Brolli was a very small, thin woman of middle years wearing a homespun smock that left her legs bare, with heavy lines around her mouth, her graying brown hair pulled back from her face and done up in a tight bun.  Brolli seemed a severe woman, but her smile was warm, almost gentle.  Ulger took it and downed almost half of it in one swallow, then set it on the table before him with a heavy clunk.  Not bad, he said with a nod.
	Thank you, my Lord.  Does anyone else want anything?
	No thank you, Tarrin said.
	The woman too stared at Fireflash for a long moment, who regarded her with his amber, reptillian eyes steadily, then she curtsied and hurried back into the kitchen.
	We must finish our shopping quickly, before the shops close, Dolanna told them.  Each of us will take some gold and fan out to buy what we need.  Miranda and Ulger will remain to watch our possessions.
	Sounds like a plan, Haley said.  Its going to depend on where we can buy what we need.
	Merik returned with Miranda about ten minutes later.  The disguised Wikuni gave Tarrin a bright smile, and Tarrin immediately was worried.  The rooms are more than adequate, my Lord, she announced.
	Yes, I told you they would be.  And your maid here has already settled the nights lodgings, so we dont have to worry about that, Merik added.  Now, you needed the locations of merchants?
	Yes, Dolanna told him.
	There are several, and theyre all not far from here.  Just go out the door, turn left, and then go either left or right at the next corner.  Thats Market Street, and you can find almost anything you need in a shop or stall.
	Thank you, good innkeeper, Dolanna said.
	Now, my stablehands will take your things up to your rooms, so you can get to your shopping.  Would you like them to port for you?
	That will not be necessary, Dolanna replied.  Azakar, please go out and make sure they do not unsaddle two of the pack horses.
	Yes, Dolanna, the Mahuut said with a nod, and he hurried towards the empty doorway.
	Very well.  Miranda, you and Ulger shall remain here.  The rest of us shall see to our stores.
	Sure, my Lady, Miranda said with a little curtsy.
	Merik!  I need some help with this! Brolli called from the kitchen.
	Excuse me, my Lord, he said, bowing to Tarrin.  Ill be back in a moment.  Coming, Brolli!
	What did you tell him! Tarrin hissed at Miranda in Wikuni after Merik left the room.
	Only that youre a travelling noble of very high rank whos a historian, and youre searching far and wide for ancient lore, she replied.  Dolanna is your cousin, also a noble of high rank, and the rest of us are your servants.
	Miranda! Tarrin said sharply.
	Hey, it works, she said with a cheeky grin.  By the way, youre a duke of Sulasia.  He has no idea where Sulasia is, but he certainly believes youre a noble.
	Our clothing leads them to believe so, Dolanna said in agreement.  And her story will make things easier for us to explain.
	How did you pay the man, Miranda? Dolanna asked curiously.
	Oh, with some money I stole from a merchant along the way, she answered absently.  That fat one in the litter.
	But we were on horseback!  How did you do so without him noticing?
	I have lots of talents, Dolanna, Miranda winked.  Some of them arent quite as obvious.
	Dolanna gave her a look, then laughed helplessly.  Perhaps I will have only Ulger remain.  You should go to a moneychanger and trade in our nuggets for coin.
	I can take care of that, Dolanna, Haley said mildly.  Ive had dealings with moneychangers.  Ill get us a good conversion rate.
	Very well then.  The rest of us shall buy our stores.
	What should we get?
	I will buy the meal and some bread, and also food for the horses.  Haley will buy cheese and dried meat, and Tarrin will buy whatever vegetables he can find that will not perish on us quickly, as well as some beans.  Azakar will accompany me, for I know he will not allow me to wander alone.
	Youre right, he agreed as he came back inside.
	But first Haley will get us some coin of the realm, she said.  Are the horses ready, Azakar?
	Yes maam, he answered.
	Haley, ask Merik where we might find a moneychanger, then meet us outside.  Sarraya, Mist, you shall remain here.  Tarrin, you must convince Fireflash to remain as well, but we have seen how well he listens to you, she said with a gentle smile at the drake.
	You got that right, Sarraya giggled from her invisible perch on Tarrins shoulder.
	Certainly, my Lady, he said with a rakish smile and a graceful bow, then he walked toward the kitchen.
	Meriks directions were fairly accurate, and they found themselves outside of a small, sturdy timber building whose entrance was flanked by two guards about ten minutes after leaving the inn. Haley spent perhaps twenty minutes inside, then came out with a small satchel that weighed heavily on its strap.  Not bad, he announced, reaching in and taking out several small leather pouches.  I had him divide it up.  Everyone take one, and Azakar will carry the rest.  Nobody in his right mind would try to steal it from him, he chuckled.
	I would say not, Dolanna said with a smile at her massive protector.
	They split up from there, and Tarrin walked along the street, looking for a place that sold vegetables.  Greengrocers were a staple in any market in Sennadar, but this was a different world, and he was unsure what these people would do given the fact that the vast majority of them seemed to be very poor.  There were people in what would be considered finery here, though their clothes would probably be worn by milkmaids and farmers back home, wool tunics of moderately fine weaving, or tanned leather, even a few garments that looked to be made of a finer material than wool, like cotton.  But interspersed with those people in their finery were people wearing torn, dirty clothing shuffling down the street, looking longingly at the food displayed in stalls or behind windows while their clothes hung from them as if they were scarecrows.  The place reminded him of everything he had hated about Dala Yar Arak, for these people were hungry, they were in need, and those who had the resources to help them did not care.  He tried to distance himself from his displeasure, but it wasnt easy when an example of it passed by him every few seconds, scrambling out of his way and bowing repeatedly.
	He found a greengrocer not far from the intersection where they had turned onto the street, ran by a small, thin little man with bad teeth, sunken cheeks, and his right eye milky white from a cataract which made it useless.  He fawned all over Tarrin when he came in, whining and wheedling in a manner which immediately got on his nerves.  Tarrin looked over his goods, most of which he immediately recognized as foods from Sennadar as well.  Beets and cabbage, beans and apples, peaches and plums, lettuce and turnips, rutabagas, nuts, and even some familiar looking berries.  He also dealt in wheat meal, but he didnt have any corn, nor did he have squash.  Tarrin inspected his goods and found much of it to be of inferior quality, but the man did dry it fairly well, and could provide staples that would last for at least a ride.
	Tarrin started making a list of what he wanted to buy when the little man started scowling towards the door.  Tarrin turned to look, and he saw a very small, almost emaciated girl that looked to be about fourteen, standing there wearing little more than filthy rags.  Her dark hair was long, tangled, and very dirty, and she didnt look all that steady on her feet.  What do you want, street urchin! the man barked.
	Ill work for a meal, kind master, she said in a little voice, her eyes on the floor.
	Bah, you can do us all a favor and die! the man shouted at her.  Grubby little thieves, youll steal me blind the instant I turn my back!  He reached for a wooden pole of sorts leaning against a table of baskets holding his wares, but he winced in pain when Tarrin closed his hand over the mans wrist.  Though he was in human form, he was still a head taller than the man, and his hands were powerful.
	You show a surprising lack of 