<span style="font-style: italic">"He's a mind reader."</span><br/><br/>Ren didn't flinch and simply nodded, his head hung slightly so his hood cast a thick shadow across his face. He seemed to be listening intently.<br/><br/>"I know." he imply said, "He's been prodding my mind ever since we first met, abiet unsuccessful. I can't read minds per se, but rather I'm empathic. I can tell what people are feeling and I can sense where they are. A mere consolation for the inability to see, I suppose." he paused for a moment then added, "But I'm sure we all have 'talents' we'd rather keep private as well."<br/><br/>"You can read feelings?" Myra asked, skeptical. It would make sense why he suddenly tried to console her if he felt her intense regret about what she was going to do. Being able to read people's feelings would probably make you the best judge of character in the world. Reading people's minds, however, seemed like a total invasion of privacy and she began glaring at Halieu from across the table, wondering what he had dug out of her own mind without her permission. She scowled for a moment, then quickly realized she had been concerned about something a moment ago. Something important.<br/><br/>Oh yes, the impending danger they were going on about.... Yes, that was it...<br/><br/>"The people around us." Ren began, "The ones gathering together in small groups. They are feeling anxious and worried, as if waiting for something big to happen. They also feel fear of what is to come, so I assume it can't be good." His head turned towards Halieu as if to stare at him, but his gaze did not focus, "Try searching the Bartender's mind for a clue. People tell Bartenders everything and their ears are sharp."