Fell flushed, his tan cheeks dipping into a deep crimson as this strange woman caressed his cheek. He wanted to make a remark as a joke, but couldnâ€™t bring himself to do so. The she was talking, he voice drawing him away from his own thoughts.<br/><br/>â€œWait, the dragons? What happened to them?â€ both hands were now upon either of her porcelain thin shoulders as he looked into her eyes. If this had anything to do with Braceous, then he had to get any information from this girl that he could. The sword seemed to thrum upon his back as he looked to the woman. â€œPlease, you must tell me, I am the Guardian Vessel to Baâ€™samuâ€™ut , Great Dragon of the North, and protector of life. My temple was attacked.â€ He said the last part in hushed tones so as to not panic the taverners around with worry of attacks.  Fell allowed his hands to fall from her shoulders and looked to her, his chest rising and falling as his stomach felt as though it were dropping from the mountain itself just awaiting her answer.