<ul><span style="font-family: New Times Roman;"><span style="font-style: italic">"You will understand once we are out of here."</span> Turbertus said, glancing impatiently around him, absentmindedly stroking his one week old beard.<br/><br/>Solas backed up a step and nodded.  <span style="font-style: italic">"You can trust us. We came to help.  You may lead the way, Carpenter. We will follow behind you"</span></span></ul><br/><span style="font-size: 85%; line-height: 116%;">[[OOC:This is like the shortest post I've ever had to create, Lol. Sorry, not much I can write, not until they finally reach the Tavern.]]</span>