<ul><span style="font-family: New Times Roman;"><span style="font-weight: bold"><span style="font-style: italic">"ISOLDE! Someone is leaving your shop! It looks like they stole your supplies too!"</span></span><br/><br/>Distracted, Solas tilted his head and stared past unfamiliar forms as people hurried outside. The men around the oak table fell silent for a moment. Kell was right. This was no place for such talk. Solas took one last sip of his cider and sat up a bit tighter. He drummed his fingers on the table and regarded Kell for a moment. <span style="font-style: italic"><span style="color: #FFBF80">"We will be staying in the city longer than we have expected. This is certainly not the right time to speak his name. Even the walls have ears. One thing is sure; He may not stop unless we stop him. I can almost feel the eagerness in the most horrific ways He persistently slaughtered mankind.''</span></span> The man stiffened and glanced toward his companion. Sir Turbertus nodded looked away towards the exit with a contemptuous shudder, a little curious at what exactly has been going on outside. <span style="font-style: italic"><span style="color: #FFBF80">"Mayhaps we will stop the evil before it spreads."</span></span> He muttered and bit the inside of his mouth. <span style="color: #FFBF80"><span style="font-style: italic">"Or not!"</span></span><br/><br/>Solas furrowed his brow and joined his hands together under the table, eyes scanning the room. He disliked the negative atmosphere that began to engulf him. Suddenly, a milky white energy flared in his palm, wreathing his hand for a moment before fading away. He narrowed his eyes and stood to his full height, overwhelmed by a dark feeling in his chest he could not comprehend. Something bad was going to happen. Something, terrible. <span style="font-style: italic"><span style="color: #FFBF80">''Carpenter, Sir Turbertus. Please excuse me. I need to take a breath of fresh air''</span></span> And at this, Solas exited the Tavern.<br/><br/>Once outside, his gaze slowly trailed to the stranger's form - The female who inhabited his space moments ago. He inhaled deeply, and exhaled, silently nearing her presence from behind. <span style="color: #FFBF80"><span style="font-style: italic">"What business have you here?"</span></span> He questioned her calmly in a language only someone like them would be able to comprehend. He stood still, curiously canting his head at her form.</span></ul>