<ul><span style="font-family: New Times Roman;">A quick breeze fell upon Solas as he neared the Tavern, falling in step beside the Carpenter. He immediately pulled his dark charcoal-colored cloak tighter around, sensing a presence inside the inn. It was the presence of something; <span style="font-style: italic">someone</span> who was not of this world. As they entered, the man who accompanied Kell moved off to wonder the establishment and as the Carpenter seemed to be busy with the child, Sir Turbertus gestured to Solas as he stepped in the direction of the bar.<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic"><span style="color: #FFBF80">''You know, whenever you're ready to speak with us, Carpenter, we'll be waiting.''</span></span> Solas, said calmly and smiled when eyes shifted toward the child. After their long journey, even the earthly form of the Fallen needed some refreshment and what's better than a good cider to warm their souls and stimulate their senses? Suddenly, a female voice echoed in the little space they inhabited, greeting the Carpenter and the young companion.  He discreetly pushed back the hood of his cloak and turned his head to look at the female speaker who earned a barely audible gasp from Solas. <br/><br/>His eyes narrowed for just a moment and looked at the woman with a questioning expression, wondering if she wasn't the female he saw about couple weeks ago, holding a piglet in that one Goblin infested Kingdom. But again, the aura that surrounded the female was way more distracting, disturbing. A feeling he did not sense back then, not until now. A rough hand upon his back woke him up from a half-conscious state. <span style="color: #FFBF80">''Let us have a seat and enjoy what the house has to offer, my friend. I'm very sure the Carpenter would join us when he can. I'm suddenly thirsty and quite hungry.''</span> Turbertus said. <span style="color: #FFBF80">''Good evening Ma'am. You too, are more than welcome to join us at the table.''</span> He added grinning as he tapped Solas' shoulder and began to slash his way past the crowd. Solas, shook his head and followed immediately after the Knight. They approached an empty round table with five seats and sat. <span style="font-style: italic"><span style="color: #FFBF80">''Do you know her. Who is this young lass, Solas?''</span></span> Sir Turbertus raised a curious dark brow, motioning with his eyes toward the female. Solas ignored his question for a moment and stared down at the knife and pear in his palm whilst a bartender served their cider in cylindrical shaped and wooden one handle drinking cups.<br/><br/>Solas laughed inwardly, looking at his companion. <span style="font-style: italic"><span style="color: #FFBF80">''I do not know her, but I have seen her before. You were way too busy drooling over a.. suckling pig, like you said.''</span></span> The less Turbertus knew the better. He looked down at the pear and knife, resuming his previous task and began to slice through the yellow skin at the top of the fruit before sliding the blade around the exquisite pear to remove the skin in large segments without taking too much of the fruit. When he was done peeling, he took a small slice into his mouth and raised his head.</span></ul>