Galant carried himself with a mix of confidence and grace as the guards began to lead the way into Vulture's Roost. His boots barely made a sound in the snow, as that was how light he was on his feet, not to mention he was used to walking on it. It hadn't changed in the past few months since he had been here, so the scholar was a bit more familiar with everything than the others must have been. He saw the faces peeking out of windows as they walked past the houses, and he simply smiled at them. Unless somebody attacked him, he was perfectly harmless. There was no way he was going to go around starting fights in Lord Cross' territory.

The scholar was a little less familiar with the market than he was the residential area. He didn't have to supplies quite as often as he went through the other area. But he still knew his way around a little bit. He wondered briefly if any of the others were any good at haggling, he was, but the merchants here could be pretty stubborn when it came to their goods. At least when dealing with travelers. They were always fair with the residents of Vulture's Roost. Sometimes not even Galant's smooth voice could get them to lower their prices for him, and trading for knowledge didn't work with these folks.

Galant was kind of looking forward to seeing Lord Cross again. The man most certainly was interesting. While the rumors of the man may have been true, there was always more than one side to someone. Galant huffed when the guard leading them mentioned the bastards from the south. "This bastard from the south has met Lord Cross before and knows that the rumors don't do him justice." He said in a slightly scolding tone. Galant wasn't worried about losing his head in the slightest though. As long as he didn't do anything to purposely offend Lord Cross, he would be fine. It worked the first time and it would work again.