The egress from Porshen had a singular purpose: to return to the strange lands of Rhy'din, where Noldric and he had traveled almost three years earlier. Only pieces of information, connected to a few men and women in particular, had been gleaned. Its lands were as strange and deeply-layered, much like the people known to live and pass through it.
Those with the power and coin to have him and Noldric followed had done so, though the Graycloak was aware of most of them. Those with only the interest to know where he was easily found him at the iconic in bearing the red, outer walls and a sign of a dragon swinging on chains belonging to its sign post.
They might have been watched and followed, but none knew the reasons he had been there the first time or the cause for the warhawk's return. Aegus of Stonecreed did not hide, nor seemed to be trying to when horse and rider arrived at the building of food, drink, and rest.
The gray cloak was worn about him with its emblem clear for any onlooker to behold. Halfway down the length of it was mud and clay of at least three different shades, telling a story of a ride that had taken him a little further than any of the travel portals and arches stoutly marking dozens of areas throughout the known and unknown lands of Rhy'din. The cowl of the cloak rested against his back. A mantle at his shoulders had further helped keep rain and snow from him. The distinct graycloak leather veil or mask -- known as a raehkun -- that could be worn in a v-shape to cover a man's features from the bridge of his nose to his collarbone was worn, but hung like a scarf about his neck and below his chin and jaw.
Chainemaille, leather, guards, gloves, belt and swords worn were all that of his standing and his specific position. Every bit of it served him to protect from harm, against the elements or to carry what he needed. At the belt about his waist hung a short sword, a dagger, pouches, and a coil of fine-braid leather curled three times and the length of that man's arm. In his right boot a quirt was stuffed. In his left boot, the top of a knife could be seen when the light hit its metal just right.
Aegus of Stonecreed unremarkable next to the wizards, elves, and other creatures of the strange lands that wielded magic as easily as he breathed. He protected himself and took action in far more mundane ways. Only his way of travel had been touched by magic and that had not been his own; preferred.
After a cursory look about the area, to the buildings, alleyways, and the inn, Aegus looked back to Noldric who was standing patiently nearby. "The horses then, Noldric. See that you impress on the livery master that exemplary care is taken of them - to have them readied at any hour for our needs."
Noldric dropped his head with a nod towards Aegus and strolled off towards the livery. He was watched until he was out of sight, then a moment longer. Saddle bags, bedroll, and two large leather travel bags with flaps tooled with the guard's emblem were carried up the stairs of the Red Dragon. He intended to be resettled in some rooms at that establishment before the rise of Rhy'din's moons.