<ul><span style="font-family: new times roman;">The man neared the tall floor to ceiling windows and looked down over the streets of New Orleans as people of different ages and nationalities scampered by the Steakhouse. Some people were dressed in casual garments while others  in gold, purple and green festive clothing â€“ the traditional colors of Mardis Gras. Hundreds of people assisted the Masquerade at the Carnival of New Orleans. The festive atmosphere brought a content smile to Solas' features as he remembered his very first Masquerade in Venice, during the 16th century Renaissance.<br/><br/>He thought long about the flashback and what he remembered while he waited on tenterhooks the arrival of Millicient's and her daughter. After studying the flashback incident carefully, Solas realized that the event only evoked the lost memories of Millicient and other unimportant faces. At  the same time, this conclusion was not final; for it confused him for a while. If the woman knew him already then why did she keep the critical information to herself? Couldn't she say something about the matter? Unfortunately, Solas had yet to regain all of his memories of an age long forgotten; of a time where he fell in battle during the <span style="font-style: italic">Black King era</span> . <br/><br/>For some reason, his soul was not taken and someone was responsible behind his Rebirth. He was told that he had slept for two weeks time when he awoke in his own room, in the land he served. The Order had been told that Sir Turbertus fell in battle, but no one was able to find his dead body. Even today, Solas would wonder at times just what exactly befell his old friend and companion; the keeper of his secrets.  <br/><br/><span style="font-weight: bold"><span style="font-style: italic">"Arie NO! Stop running!!"<br/></span></span><br/>After being immersed in thoughts for a while now, Solas took a deep breath as he recognized the familiar uniqueness in the woman's voice and turned around.  The happiness on the child's face parted his firm lips and gave a small smile as the child's excited expression shifted between him and the scenery outside. And although his mind screamed at him to keep his distance from the child, Solas couldn't help but to raise a hand and gently take Arella's left one in his.<br/><br/>A deep, heated feeling rose from the very depths of him as he set a pair of now heavy-lidded eyes on the female Fallen. <span style="font-style: italic"><span style="color: #BFBF80">''I am delighted to see you again, Millicient''</span></span> He slightly bowed his head and turned his gaze to the woman who accompanied her. His head cocked to the side as words squeezed into silence in his throat. The man cleared his throat and acted neutral.  <span style="font-style: italic"><span style="color: #BFBF80">''Have we met before? It's a pleasure to meet your acquaintance, Izzy. My name is Solas. Please join us for dinner and have a seat.''</span></span> The Fallen realized then that he had never shared his name with Millicient before this moment. He smiled and turned his attention to the child. <span style="font-style: italic"><span style="color: #BFBF80">''You look very pretty today, Princess!'' </span></span><br/><br/>Solas pulled a chair out for Arella and as she took a seat next to her mother, he rounded the table and sat across from Millicient. The man made sure that the child sat where she could  enjoy her dinner tonight while still being able to spectate the costumed people as they cavorted down the streets in preparation for the Parade. <br/><br/>He fixated his eyes on Izzy and chuckled under his breath at the mention of â€˜sparkling waterâ€™ and â€˜Birthday Girlâ€™. <span style="font-style: italic"><span style="color: #BFBF80">''So how are you enjoying New Orleans, Izzy? Where exactly do you hail from?''</span></span> Solas asked, taking a sip of water as soon as the waiter exited the private room with the wine list, in order to bring the Champagne and the dinner menu.</span></ul>