<ul><span style="font-family: new times roman;">A mischievous grin shadowed the bright face of the Mithral Elf as he let go of a young mortal apprentice' arm. <span style="font-style: italic"><span style="color: #BFBFBF"><span style="font-weight: bold">''Excuse me for a second, I need to speak to Kell.''</span></span></span> Biting into an exquisite peach, the male turned on his heals and chewed the fruit with delight. The fruity juices of the peach did not help quench his thirst and it only made it worse. He moved toward the portal, one arm crooked and holding a tome. If one could read the male's expression at this very moment, one would read a â€˜I donâ€™t give a fuckâ€™ type of look on his face - an expression which curled firm lips and arched fine light eyebrows. He listened intently to Kell addressing the crowd as he got closer and closer with each step he made. Once upon a time, Kastien would have minded his own business if mortals decided to write their own doom, but this situation was different and this was the story of an Evil Necromancer who would do anything to promote mayhem and destruction, turning every living creature into foul ghouls.<br/><br/>With a balance which he would use to weight freedom and disorder, he moved towards the portal with certain steps and a well balanced appearance as he walked past the familiar form of the Witch, followed by the stranger form of the man, Arrus. He quickly glanced past his left shoulder, eyeing them a second while they stepped towards a vacant room. Rolling his eyes and shaking his head, the Mage continued to follow the one path which lead directly to the Carpenter, and in hurried steps, he pursued that path the way he would usually pursue pleasure and his own demise in certain occasions.<br/><br/>The anarchic mind of the Elven male focused on the presence of two beings as he paused before Kell, and he could sense it that these beings were certainly not of this world. The sudden feeling which now inhabited his heart made him clear his throat twice as sharp goosebumps made his back slightly arch. <span style="font-style: italic"><span style="color: #BFBFBF"><span style="font-weight: bold">''Kell, we have taken care of your belongings.''</span></span></span> The male's icy gray orbs regarded Jarven, Millicient, Solas; Raven, Turbertus, and a youngster who the Elf judged to be too young to stand with the old and strongest. <span style="color: #BFBFBF"><span style="font-style: italic"><span style="font-weight: bold">''Who.. are these people?''</span></span></span> Kastien's voice strained upon pronouncing the words, whispering so that only Kell could hear him.</span></ul>