Patch shook his head and rode on in silence, stopping at the hill overlooking the town. He sighed, dismounting and pulling the pack free. "Saddle's staying, Locklin; might have to get away quick today." He said to the stallion, looking over at Eclipse. "Climb down, kid; we're not taking the horses in." He pulled a cloak from his back, tossing it over his shoulders and adjusting his blade. He ruffed his fur a bit, pulling the hood up and hunching over slightly. "As of right now, you're my niece's son. You're traveling with your great uncle to the coast to visit my brother, whom you've never met. You don't talk much, solid quiet type. A fighter, but not noticble. Get it?" This town hadn't had any trouble in years and Patch wasn't willing to start it. Best to pretend to be something different.