<ul><span style="font-family: New Times Roman;">On their way to Kell, Sir Turbertus and Solas got distracted by a sudden attack which was taking place not far away from where the two men were positioned, spectating the fight. Solas preferred not to interrupt whilst his companion purposely squinted dark brown eyes, trying to make out the form of the carpenter in the distance. <span style="font-style: italic">''I cannot see. It is too dark. We must help him out. He could be in danger.''</span> The Knight muttered, tilting his head and moved forward as he tried to get a better sight of the vague forms of the attackers; one hand tightly clung to his sword. <br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">''Ah, nothing to worry about, Sir Turbertus.''</span> Came Solas' voice as he watched the fight which was now ending in laughter and chuckles, the noises emitting from the two men in the darkness. He frowned, although his orbs glinted briefly in amusement. <span style="font-style: italic">''No need for complicated explanations so let me just say that it seems like our Carpenter, knows how to manage difficult situations without the assistance of the Guards, but I have lost my patience already.''</span> The hooded Fallen brushed past his companion, moving forward with certain steps. <br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">''Greetings, gentlemen!''</span> Solas began. <span style="font-style: italic">''Are you the Carpenter? Carpenter Kell?''</span> He asked in a low tone of voice, a slow smile spread across his face as his eyes shifted briefly between the two men and the child. <span style="font-style: italic">''I was hoping we could speak somewhere, safe.''</span> <br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">''We could be watched, this, very second. We are a long ways from home and we have come to seek your acquaintance. The pile of dead men outside the city gates and this darkness here invites the trouble.'' </span>Sir Turbertus added with a simple explanation, pushing his frustration aside.</span></ul>