<ul><span style="font-family: Times New Roman;">As they approached the city gates, Solas and Sir Turbertus pushed back the hoods of their dark cloaks that covered their heads. They were not in a position where they afforded to alert the guards or make them feel suspicious in their presence. Sir Turbertus scratched the side of his jaw as he regarded the Wisewoman while she spoke to the sentry. Solas scanned the area, and silently counted the number of the Watchmen in his field of view. He could hear a low number of guards patrolling the streets from behind the City gates.<br/><br/>As the gates opened, Solas quickly glanced instinctively behind him to notice a presence about to duck behind a rock. He then caught sight of dark shadows seeking shelter between tall trees as they have now noticed that he was aware of their presence. The man arched an eyebrow and looked away, dismounting his stallion as requested by the guards, and then began to follow on the Wisewoman's footsteps; Sir Turbertus marching behind them. A deeply wounded form approached â€“ the guards easily distracted, one of them ended the guard's miserable existence and gestured to his comrade to close the gates. Sir Turbertus winced at the sight and studiously looked away, shaking his head as he snorted mentally.<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">''Shall we seek out the Carpenter in the tavern?''</span> Sir Turbertus began to walk away from the guards, Solas falling in step beside the mortal. <br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">''Well, it is now or never, my friend. I was told that we can find him in there throughout the evening.''</span> Solas answered. Suddenly, he slowed his pace for a moment, and then stopped short, palm resting against his companion's left shoulder.<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">''Isn't that...?''</span> Solas interrupted Sir Turbertus with a simple nod, his eyes were now critically fixated on the Carpenter's shadowy form. <br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">''How can you be so sure, Solas?''</span> Sir Turbertus' human eyesight searched for the Carpenter  once again, but this last was already engulfed by the darkness.<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">''I can sense it. Only a man with enough manual dexterity to build fine objects, and decent hand-to-eye coordination could be a carpenter. Not only that, his aura, my friend, speaks of leadership and dynamism. This <span style="font-weight: bold">must</span> be Carpenter Kell.''</span> The Fallen answered, whispering.<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">''So shall we sneak up on him or something?''</span> Sir Turbertus muttered, eyes twinkling with mirth.<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">''Well, that is one difficult request to refuse, my friend.''</span> Solas covered his head with the hood of his cloak and slowly began to walk away toward the hiding figure. But who was he hiding from?</span></ul>