Mekoa was almost too wrapped up in her thoughts to notice that Ristina was being attacked, for lack of a better term. Almost. Her head snapped around to the tavern entrance and she saw a small cascade of silver as her Task's hood fell back. Her dark eyes grew wide as she saw everyone looking away. Everyone, but Janis. Mekoa moved to re-enter the tavern, before she was stopped.<br/><br/>"Leaving so soon, M'ekoanishdei?" the man with grey eyes asked her. The blood froze in her veins, even though her heart beat raced along with her thoughts. He was behind her. Why was he here? How did he find her?<br/><br/>"I thought-" she began in a whisper before he cut her off.<br/><br/>"That I had died? Come on, M'ekoanishdei. I thought you of all people were smarter than that," he said scornfully. Then, his voice softened. "Mekoa, please, look at me. I haven't seen you for over three years. Please, look at me," he pleaded. With clenched hands and tear stug eyes, she went back to the tavern and woodenly held a hand out to Ristina to help her up. Yet, her mind was still on the man with the grey eyes she had remembered all these years.