He was 5ft 4in with medium blonde gray hair and yellow green eyes, probably weighing less then 200 lbs. There where lots of crinkles on his sun tanned face. Near the eyes for example, which showed that he liked to laugh. The mage had a good face not truly honest but pleasant. He was not plane at all not like she was, the girl thought a little morosely.
At the same time the girl was studying the mage, he was looking at her. Bern Henrik was in shock and also fascinated by what he saw. Well at least what he saw, besides with his eyes. That being about an 8 year old child who was very short only 4ft but Henrik grinned to himself nonetheless. He had a feeling the kid would grow into those brown eyes of hers, and weigh more then her 100 measly pounds. The brown black hair which was dirty at the moment would change too. He was not sure why he felt so but it was more truth then he could explain.
The little imp of a girl though she looked like a boy which was not fooling him due to the energy she gave out which was a surprise for his old heart. Something very new and never witnessed before. The only thing that came close to what she was was probably that Wildmage what's her name he has been hearing about for years now. Shaking his head imperceptivity Henrik got back on track. This child was new and she did not look like a Tortall born lass. No, she was different and he was lucky to have discovered her. It would be good for this old Scanran, he thought excitedly, to talk with the girl and share knowledge. Shivering slightly Henrik ignored the change in the air telling of danger and horror to come. It was not for him. Not his business. He would not be a part of it yet a small voice inside him scolded that idea and begged for a warning, and some help.
He would do what he could nothing more and nothing less. Decided at last he extended his hand to the now wary little imp. "Bern Henrik of Scanra at your surface" Henrik informed the lass with a youths mischief dancing in his yellow green eyes, which where now more yellow then green somehow. The child looked at his outstretched hand grinned and shook it, grinding his old bones a little. Well, well, well Henrik thought once again surprised and pleased. The girl was strong, darn strong as a matter of fact. Plus, she could lie very well indeed. Telling him her name was Kaleene with the utmost sincerity. Please, he was a master liar himself when the situation called for it. And those eyes of hers ...quickly gulping down his slight misgivings he told her where she was.
"Gilded Town?" Kaleene muttered looking at the ground then the surrounding area. "Never heard of it" she finally replied by looking him straight in the eye. "In fact
isn't this a strange place to build a village? And why call it a town?" And the questions did not end there either to his growing dread. The girl just kept adding more and more to his already scattered wits. Damn, but she was bright and knew how to confuse her opponent.
It took Henrik near sun down to notice the girl was tiered, bruised, and obviously hungry. When he realized that, things moved fast. She stopped with the nagging and prying questions. After being fed and taken care of all was quite. His shoulders slumped, Henrik headed for bed praying to all the gods that she did not snore, walked in the night or anything else out of the ordinary. He needed peace badly and he sensed his body wanted to be as far away from the imp as could be possible. These where sure strange times. And Henrik fell asleep just like that frowning slightly as a female dry chuckle filled his mind. Because, of course, the old gypsy saw everything!