Exton

The cloaked figure stands in the shadows by the door. Most people are just ignoring the stranger. There are a few that keep watch.

Ob is headed to his lady and has asked Keon to join them.  It isn't until they are just past the figure that Keon stiffens. Herne has sent a Rider. The door opens and there is a waft of scent. One word escapes him, unheard in the noise of the crowd. Turning on his heel, Keon approaches and drops to one knee.

Head bowed he murmurs "Welcome back, Mistress."

A slim hand reaches out and strokes his dark mane, the scales iridescent against the ebony locks.