Nalyn Village

Ranos Tarran strode across the quaint village, checking to make sure his companions were behind him. Scanning the area for potential pickpockets and cutthroats, the peaceful community proved to be trustworthy. It wasn't long before the party stumbled upon the great wooden lodge that was the elder's home. Curious about the lack of guards around the hall, Ranos swung open the large door of gilded designs on oak, allowing his friends entrance.

(OOC: sorry! my first roleplay that actually uses locations)

Sylar scanned the little village of Nalyn through mistrustful eyes. Certainly, it seemed peaceful enough, but first impressions had often proven wrong in Sylar's memory. One could never judge a place by their first sight of it.
As such, he made the choice to keep Gethin as close to his side as possible, even as he strode past Ranos and into the elder's house. The demon did not want to stray from his Master's side, any more than his Master wanted him to. An obedient dog - that was what he had become.

At least, for now.

"Looks peaceful enough" Yuhra commented on the village. For once, not every young man was looking at her, and she was pleased by this little observation. She took a look at Gethin, and to her suprise, everybody was falling for the 'Blind man and nice mage' act. Of course, that wasn't the issue here. She was starving. She ran down to the nearest shop and bought some meat with the last of the contents of her coin purse. "Man, am I hungry." She practically inhaled the meat, needing nourishment to keep her stomach from growling. If I keep eating like this, I'll need to do more work to get enough money to pay for it all. She thought about her voracious appetite, yet how she almost never gained weight from it. She sighed -all of this thinking about food is just going to make her hungry again soon enough.