Orin had become frightened by how easily Sanchron was able to identify him as a fae. "How- How do you know what I am? I was confident that I blended in with the other races here by now." Orin looked around for a brief moment. He noticed many people, but the two diamay seemed to be looking at him. Orin turned back to Sanchron as if he thought nothing of it, but he honestly felt a bit uneasy. He was still getting used to all these people around, and such a loud setting. He also thought that if Sanchron could identify him as a fae then maybe the others could as well. "I am here to confirm the truth about the dark mage plague. I am also here to lend my skill to those who need me. I saw the dark mages with my own eyes. They're brutal monsters with souls as black as the darkest of nights. They killed everyone... even the children. I had no personal ties to any of them but they knew of me and I knew of them. There were rumors that I was the fallen fae circulating through that village and they accepted me anyway." Orin clenched his fist tightly, and the storm clouds began to set in a bit faster.<br/><br/>Gorad wiggled around inside of the cloak. "Calm down Orin, now is not the right time to vent buddy." Gorad spoke using their mental link. Orin regained his composure and unballed his fist. He had never truly coped with the situation. When he witnessed the destruction all he could do was watch. Then he grabbed what he could and walked right through the village, staring at the slain people. Then he just walked and walked unti he reached Llanfon.