[Calaethis Dragonsbane]

Travelling along the road, in a similar direction, though from obviously a great distance off (the dust on one's boots, coat and general grime - not to mention 'personal aroma' will do that to a person), was a horseman. Once clean-shaven, it was clear he had discarded it for several days. A horsetail emerged from the back of his head, flowing down in a single plait. The rest of his hair was bound up, or cut off. Across his back was slung a long spear, and at his side, a slightly curved longsword. The cut of his clothes was belied by his cloak; the latter seemed common enough, but the former was silk, and held a simple, yet elegant design. Funnily enough, his piercing eyes were a brilliant 'opal' blue, his skin almost as pale as the fairest maiden, and his hair was black. His horse however, was a sleek, silver creature and for some reason, everyone avoided it. Nivram, however, seemed to be of a drunken state - so the rider bore down on him, as he approached from one side, "You there, clear the road." the rider called, his accent hard to place; well educated and stern, it was clear this one was used to his air of command being obeyed without question.