Fellâ€™s attention was drawn away from his discussion with the tavern keeper as he looked upon the female who stumbled in. Her pale, straight hair wavering as she swayed upon her feet. Frowning he held his hand up to stop the tavern keeper from speaking further, soon after he felt himself being pulled towards the oddly dressed female. Seeing that she was still swaying on her feet, he softly rested his calloused hand upon her seemingly smooth porcelain like skin.<br/>â€œExcuse me?...Miss?â€ His voice always a calm deep roll as he whispered, ignoring the rude stares of the men and women at the tavern he gently held the womanâ€™s shoulder. â€œAre you alright?....â€ His eyes slowly drifted to the weaponry upon her back, and intricate staff. Winding spikes twisted near a single red stone at itâ€™s tip. Fell tilted his head curiously, but seeing that the woman was beginning to come to her senses he let go and crouched some to her eye level. He didnâ€™t wish to frighten her with his 6â€™ 7â€ stature, but he had to know this woman was alright.