Shannon
As his frail wrist was swiftly caught in the necromancer's firm grasp, much to Arel's surprise, he could have sworn he was able to hear faint whispering from seemingly nowhere. It was almost as if a dark presence had begun to fill the room they were in and consume him, along with the patrons. Needless to say, this sense of impending dread made the Shifter quite uneasy as he stopped dead in his tracks with surprise, making a feeble attempt at wrenching his wrist away before promptly giving up. He quickly glanced from side to side, but it appeared that none of the patrons had taken notice of them. But upon returning his gaze to Lawrence, he was greeted with a pair of shimmering emeralds protruding from the abyss hidden under his hood. These eyes radiated with a ravenous hunger that was starkly contrasted with his tone of voice, which was that of a man who was in desperate need. 

It was not long before he also took notice of the gentle glow of the amulet around his neck. How he had only noticed it now was beyond him, but he could not deduce its nature. Why did this one want to stay with him this badly? Was his craving for social interaction that strong? Or did he have ulterior motives and use this as a way to lower his guard? 

His seemingly genuine apology lessened the likelihood of the latter in his mind as a sigh left his lips. 

**"It's okay..."** Frankly, he did not know what else to say in this instance. A rarity for him. At the very least, he could make an attempt at easing the tension that strangled the two of them.
Michael
```Oh my gods! OH MY GODS! IS THIS ONE OF THOSE BOYS' LOVE STORIES?! IIHHHHHH!!!!```

Arel may hear a faint voice of an overly energetic and cheerful young woman from seemingly out of nowhere. Where those dark voices were had been replaced with that feminine excitement and awe, the Necromancer's Amulet would shine in certain intervals each time the voice of that particular woman comes forth.

```I LIKE IT! I LIKE IT! I LIKE IT! Hey, Our Little Prince~ Are you gonna fall in love? ARE YOU?! ARE YOU GONNA BE IN ONE OF THOSE BIZZARE 'MEN-CAN-GET-PREGNANT' WORLDS?! Romance is beautiful! Like that time when that young boy your age rescued you from that time in the forest during your boy time years?! Wow so many time, TIME! TIME! TIME! ```

"***Please, don't be too loud... You're giving me a headache...***" The necromancer would place a hand on his head while there were feminine giggles and laughter that ring round and about, though it seems that the patrons of the inn doesn't seem to hear anything... Except the two of them. 

```Oh sorryyyyy!!! I hope your head isn't splitting apart like that time in the tower! Oh wait sorry for mentioning that! Oh sorry that I forgot about that! Sorry! SORRY!```

Lawrence would slowly stand up on his seat and left a couple of silver coins on the table, grabbing his porcelain mask and setting it to the side of his robes. "***Can we please go outside? I know I just said don't leave me... But... Let us have a change of space.***"
Shannon
When Arel heard the faint shouting, he was forced to take a step back but continued to listen closely. He knew this voice did not come from any of the patrons that surrounded him, rather, it was coming from... Lawrence? He quickly came up with two possibilities: either the crow he affectionately refers to as "Squiggle" Was the source of this, or there was even more magic at play than he ever expected. While aware of the possibility that he could be wrong, this was the best that he could muster up at the moment.

**"Who is..."** He muttered to himself before holding his tongue as he saw that Lawrence was in visible pain. Perhaps this was all within his head? He had little to no familiarity with this manner of sorcery and ultimately drew a blank. What time in a tower? What about being rescued in a forest? He couldn't wrap his head around it. 

**"I understand. Let's head outdoors..."** Despite his lacking facial expressions, his bewilderment was evident to anyone who looked. With that, he reached into the bag slung across his body a pulled from it a pair of silver of his own, leaving them at the table before pointing towards the entrance, urging the Elf to take the lead.