<ul><span style="font-family: New Times Roman;"><span style="font-weight: bold"><span style="font-style: italic">"I know... cliche, no? Its a dark alley. Where else would I put a secret entrance? I'm shocked it worked, to be quite honest. So far, though... no one has come sniffing at my door, so all is well!"</span></span><br/><br/>Sir Turbertus let out a faint chuckle and averted his stare to Solas while this last simply smiled and nodded back at his companion. The man, this Carpenter Kell, truly was gifted with a broad mind and the Fallen along with his man both silently agreed on the true fact that this brave Carpenter could be one great leader in the future. But just which type of leader? For one simple mortal to come out and step forward with an inexorable courage and plan against one of the most powerful Necromancers out there, well, that takes more than a courageous trained and armed warrior. Solas' gift of foresight did not fail him but again, one can only write their own destiny and what Solas could see today, was something that could change tomorrow. <br/> <br/><span style="font-weight: bold"><span style="font-style: italic"> "Well come on, then!! What are you waiting for? They wont hold breakfast for long!"</span></span><br/><br/>As Solas shifted himself ready to step forward, he paused short; one arm falling to his side while he looked to his left. Delicate, cold fingers came to capture his hand, swarming warnings emitting from the one who speaks the heavenly tongue. His body relaxed as he turned around fully to face her, raising one arm, palm face down, mentioning to Sir Turbertus to wait only to find out that it was already too late. Sir Turbertus was nowhere in sight. <span style="font-style: italic"><span style="color: #BFBF80">''Who can you not fight alone?''</span></span> He questioned with a soft tone, head canting to one side. The desperate intensity in her tone of voice sent unpleasant chills down his spine. Solas gently lifted her chin hoping that she would look him in the eyes. <span style="color: #BFBF80"><span style="font-style: italic">''What you're asking from me is too much to accept. I am willing to help you with whatever that disturbs your tranquility, Fallen, but to ask me not to enter this portal is an impossible request that I must deny. This task might sure end in death, but I should go farther in this matter."</span></span> <br/><br/>The raven haired one pulled closer to the female and bowed his head, pressing a gentle kiss to her forehead whilst his earthly shell shuddered for breath. <span style="color: #BFBF80"><span style="font-style: italic">''I have already invited darkness with magick, so what would make it any different now, my dearest Fallen? If it could help to save this human race that I despise oh so much, then be it. Alas, you too should consider entering this portal.''</span></span> Silently, Solas tested out the words in his mind repeatedly and found no culpability or shame there as he raised a hand, inviting her to step through with him.</span></ul>