[i]The gates of Trayve were accompanied by the usual: endless caravans for trading, guardsmen, and nomadic travelers heading into the city. Though a certain individual upon horseback, hooded and cloaked, would approach Mia then. He removed the hood, revealing a young man with a shaven bald head and light brown eyes.[/i] "Mia. Hey, your half-nephew who whatever's back in the palace. Name's Edwin, I'll be leading you up." [i]He then whistled, as another horse came up, for Mia.[/i]