A Guard... A Guide...

There was a hint of rain in the air as the two walked further into town.

"Where are we going now?" Asked the boy, as the hustle and bustle increased around them.

"First, to a tavern."

"You want to drink?"

"A swift pint won't go amiss, I will admit. But we have another purpose."

The boy looked up at the mage quizzically. "We do?"

"Aye boy. We need a guide, and a guard. We will do well if we get both in one."

"But I thought..."

"I told you boy. The mountains are a very, very, dangerous place to be."