<ul><span style="font-family: Times New Roman;"><span style="font-size: 150%; line-height: 116%;">T</span>he man studied what was happening with a concerned look on his face, yet he could not help but to bite into an exquisite green apple, savoring the sweet juices of the fruit. He slowly made his way down the market streets, a sly grin slowly forming on his lips as he overheard part of the annoyed, angry conversations that were taking place in the supermarket.<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">''Ah! Them goblins stealing our goods!''</span> One citizen yelled, conversing with another. <br/><span style="font-style: italic"><br/>''Yes, yes! These bloody boiled brains, ugh, goblins must be stopped!'' </span>Said another, scratching his chin. <br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">''Pestiferous creatures, they're destroying 'r lands yet no one's doing anything 'bout it</span>'' An old man whispered to himself as he pushed past the crowd, turning unobtrusively around the street corner.<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">''Interesting things? Huh...''</span> One of Sola's men said. The Fallen's eyes showed that he was a little amused by what was going on around him. He wasn't going to offer any form of input just yet, so he just shrugged and looked toward the port for a brief moment - a ship was approaching. <br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">''You would know better than me, Sir Turbertus. I have not set foot in this land in years'' </span>The raven haired smiled as his gaze shifted back to a dozen of sailors as they scrambled to get everything sorted and anchored. He paused for a moment to take another bite of the fruit, silently fixating the crew as they manned crates and barrels efficiently and with a routine in which Solas found no place for himself. After couple minutes, Solas and about two others of his companions began to march towards a nearby wagon. His men, as well as himself were dressed in dark, utilitarian garments, swords upon their hips bearing a golden emblem - the one of the Order. As they approached, his eyes observed a woman as her digits went for a young pig. <br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">''Ah, look at this mighty delicious, suckling pig''</span> One of his men rested gloved hands on his waist and exclaimed in a loud yet deep, rustic voice as he neared one of the pigs. Solas laughed inwardly at the scene and shook his head, now paying very close attention to what was happening around him. The goblin issue. His eyes suddenly shifted back to THE woman in the blue dress, noticing her presence a second time. <span style="font-style: italic">"Fair Day!" </span>He greeted her, slightly bowing his head then looked at his companion and motioned with his eyes toward the main road. <span style="font-style: italic">â€œItâ€™s time to go. We have more important matters to attend to, Sir Turbertus. â€œ</span><br/><br/><span style="font-size: 150%; line-height: 116%;">A</span>fter about a week and half of journeying, the trip to the neighboring Kingdom became tedious. As they entered the Kingdom, Solas had just finished listening to the tales of Moranwick City and the walking dead situation that were told to him by his companion, Sir Turbertus.  <span style="font-style: italic">''I can only imagine the troubles and misery they have had to endure. My Lord.''</span> Shrugging off the thought, the horsemen continued on their way to Moranwick City.<br/><br/>A frown momentarily faltered across his lips as he noticed the ears of his Stallion tipping forward and stiffening. All of a sudden, a body in flame erupted out of nowhere. <span style="font-style: italic">''O Heavens!''</span> The raven haired one gasped, glancing over at his companion as their Stallions kicked, tails switching and heads rose higher. Sir Turbertus placed a hand against the side of his beast and he could feel the muscles tensioning and the rapid breathing emitting his ride. Solas dismounted his Stallion and began scratching the terrified beastâ€™s neck as this last slowly began to lower his head in submission, taking a deep sigh. Glancing around, Solas groaned amd snorted in disgust, eyes quickly flickering forward. Their hands instinctively clung to their swords; the two men began marching toward the crime scene, leaving their stallions behind as to not alert the foe; if there was any left.<br/><br/>As they followed the invisible path the scents of burning flesh have created, the two hooded men finally came upon the form of a female, about to kneel down at a coffin. <span style="font-style: italic">''What happened here?''</span> Solas spoke a minute later, arching an eyebrow. An incredulous expression greeted whoever was present. He moved forward and momentarily glanced at his companion, beckoning him to follow.</span></ul>