Even though he had decided not to get involved, he had never let his senses pull back completely. He had smiled a little upon the barmaid's fury. The girl, who was called Abia, so he learnt from Nathan's uttering. This creature, vengeance as it called herself, was locked in existence with the bookreading man, his words that 'missi made me' confused him a little, it could mean two things. Either that this missi was not the one blowing the hole in the wall, but the man was, or missi actually created the man. It was a confusion that needed to be researched more and deeper.<br/><br/>But he felt for Abia and he got up, dressing himself quickly and putting his cloak on, before making his way down to the bar. All in silence, as more commotion was not wished for. He strode through the room, passing Nathan who he gave a nod of courtesy, as if to say, 'well done, soldier, I knew you were master of this situation'. He gave the other man, if one could call him that, no look or glance. He slowly walked up to Abia, sinking in his knees next to her. He carefully put one hand on her shoulder, whispering 'Come girl, let me lead you upstairs to your rooms, there is nothing you can do here now and you have much need for rest and safety. Nathan, I think, still has this situation under total control'.