<ul><span style="font-family: New Times Roman;">Unfolding the scrap of paper which was handed to him by Kell, Sir Turbertus studied it. Unfortunately, the language was one he could not comprehend. Even his great knowledge would be unreliable. He glanced around him then his eyes quickly shifted back toward the Carpenter. <span style="color: #808080"><span style="font-style: italic">"Rest assured. We shall meet with you then."</span></span> He nodded, a concerned, apprehensive look in his eyes. <br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">Meanwhile, outside the Tavern...</span><br/><br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic"><span style="font-weight: bold">"Give to me your soul, sir. I promise to keep it near and offer peace. Consider it an offering of the greatest kind. I wish you no ill will, nor further pain, I know you hurt, I can feel this. You are tired, let me help you rest now."</span></span><br/><br/>The pleasant breeze of the late evening and the cool temperature in the city carried the stench of a disturbing night and rising darkness to his nose. Her honest words shrouded him and her touch absorbed his soul for a very brief moment, taking him into the deepest core of her good intentions.<br/><span style="font-style: italic"><span style="font-weight: bold"><br/>"let me help you, Fallen....I can take away the pain...".</span></span><br/><br/>He eyed her splendid appearance, shaking off her inviting promises; something he did not wish for yet. He was not done yet with the mortals and he did wonder at times if he will ever be able to gather enough spiritual strength to break the one last bond between his Creator and himself. Perchance, when that day comes, then he would be more than willing to count the days he has left before detaching himself permanently from this old earthly shell. Ah, the joy of mortality.  <br/>He disentangled himself from a strong feeling which fluttered in the pit of his stomach. The expression on his face loudly voiced his new opinion of the situation, delivered to the female by now one single chuckle. A clear exit point.<br/><br/>As she leaned forward, he moved closer; crumbling a small piece of bread beneath his left foot. One hand rose to the side of the female's face, reaching out for a bastard lock of her hair. He gently felt its texture between his thumb and index finger as he sheathed himself in her simple presence. He closed his eyelids and tilted his head, inhaling into her scent, his face an inch away from hers. An expression of mirth suddenly crept across his face, lips curling into a small smile as the tip of his thumb purposefully traced softly over her mouth, her tempting lips. He raised his head and regarded her, lips began to part. <br/><br/><span style="color: #FFBF80"><span style="font-style: italic">''I do <span style="font-weight: bold">not</span> blame you. Maybe one day, He will call us to return to the place in which we were before, but for now, <span style="font-weight: bold">you</span>.. <span style="font-weight: bold">are</span>.. wasting air. There is always more mystery surrounding a wisp of smoke than the identity of a criminal suspect, my dear.''</span></span> He began, pulling away slowly, circling around her form. He paused behind her and stood  still.  <span style="font-style: italic"><span style="color: #FFBF80">''Nay, I'm afraid you might have knocked on the wrong door, beautiful.''</span></span> The back of his fingers slowly came to brush against the soft skin of her neck. <span style="color: #FFBF80"><span style="font-style: italic">''You have spoken too soon.''</span></span> He tilted his head, chest pressing against her back whilst a calm tone of voice muttered against her left ear. <span style="font-style: italic"><span style="color: #FFBF80">''The Carpenter, <span style="font-weight: bold">is</span> at great risk. Seeking him shall set you free. My soul, the last thing you need to worry about. So what do you have to say in this?''</span></span> His eyes followed the form of the guards who passed them by. None of them was to trust. It was only a matter of time before they divulge their true nature to the eyes of the public.</span></ul>