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Mintold's capital drew ever near, while taking in the beauty of the foreign land a man wondered over the hill, with what appeared to be a cane or staff for combat or support. This man seemed different, the design of his clothes seemed to hint at the fact he was a foreigner. If he was on level ground with this incoming identity they would be eye level, but this man was standing on the hillside. Not feeling safe, Rafien began to wonder the intentions of this stranger, not being from this country might mean several things. Before jumping to conclusion Rafien remembered he too was an outsider to Mintold, conclusions should not be made on those he knows nothing about. Just as he was going to say something to the figure the man called out to him. Waving one of his arms in the air, suddenly this presence was less threatening. Not wanting to lower his guard to soon Rafien decided to reply in a sensible manner.

"And good travels to you as well," Rafien said gauging the response of his new acquaintance. As the gap between them shrunk Rafien realized that this stick was not a walking cane as he originally thought, but a staff, something about staffs and other unique weapons rubbed him the wrong way. A sword can come from only a certain number of directions, a staff or weapon made to channel Mediere as if it were an extension of the person was more concerning. Stopping about 10 feet from the person Rafien decided to gather a little more information.

"Seems you, like I, am a foreigner of Mintold. I am actually heading just up ahead to the capital, what business have you in Mintold friend?" Rafien asked trying not to give off an aggressive or too friendly vibe. Conflict this early would not end well for anyone in these types of situations. The best thing to do keep your guard up and hope for the best. With any luck at all this man would just be traveling through on his way to sell goods or visit distant land. Rafien hoped that this person would not be aggressive for he simple facts that fighting so close to the capital would draw unnecessary attention and he wished to stay under the radar. Not that Rafien was not a talented fighter but he did not wish to simply fight anyone but those he felt needed to die.