Someone was watching him, perched on top of a outcropping on a wall, crouched over the street. he was wearing a white cloak, and had various pouches, straps, and layers underneath that, bearing the odd vigor of displaced nobility. what stood out was his inane amount of weapons, for he had a calvary saber and dagger sheathed at his waist, and had a rather long rifle slung across his back, the barrel reading 'Excalabur' He dropped down, looking at you oddly "Howdy"