Ren's head tilted towards Halieu but he didn't say anything. Myra's jaw dropped and her eyes went wide.<br/><br/>"An army?" she said, "If people knew about this, you'd think some guard would make an announcement or something. Warn people. Anything!" Ren bowed his head, deep in thought. He thought of trying to release his spirit's hold on his power to shield him from the massive amount of people in the city to increase his range, to see if he could sense the goblins, but there was a resounding feeling of denial in his mind, his spirit refusing to expose him to that much stress. There was no way his power could reach that far anyway.<br/><br/>"There must be a reason why we are not being warned." Ren finally said, "Perhaps a spy in the guards ranks." then paused, his head turning towards the window, outside the castle loomed over the city, "Or distracted by something more important. Myra followed his gaze and slowly reached for the lock on the window, then pushed it open with a thin finger. The wave of heat that blew into the cool tavern was unmistakable, like it suddenly became a hot summer day outside.<br/><br/>"Maybe we should go tell a guard or something." Myra suggested.<br/><br/>"What proof do we have?" Ren asked, "The stolen thoughts of a barkeep that were never spoken aloud and the empathic response as quoted by a blind boy?"<br/><br/>"Hey! Just because you're blind doesn't mean you're not credible!" she scolded him.<br/><br/>"True, but we can't really explain ourselves without exposing our abilities to them." he said, "We have three options really. Go to see the goblin army ourselves and bring back proof, Go deal with them ourselves, or forget we learned anything and leave town."<br/><br/>"We can't walk away." Myra said, "It's not right." She shifted in her seat and the candlestick in her bag moved to remind her what she had done. She had no right quoting morality right now.<br/><br/>"Rian, what do you think?" Ren said, "Maybe we should go see the King and warn him?"