<ul><span style="font-family: New Times Roman;">So Millicient was her name. Solas thought.<span style="font-style: italic"><span style="color: #BFBF80">''You have to understand one thing, Carpenter Kell. We have come from far away and we have sworn our allegiance to our King. We have been sent by our Order to aid you in this matter. This is not simply about this city or this Kingdom. Tomorrow, this aforementioned evil Necromancer's army could be ever strong and the result of such power could be witnessed upon our own lands.''</span></span> The Fallen's eyes held Kell's frame for a moment as this last stepped aside, inviting them to follow if everyone agrees. <br/><br/>Turbertus narrowed eyes looked away from the Carpenter and shifted his head to peek at the child. <span style="color: #BFBF80"><span style="font-style: italic">''I am afraid the Black King's already marching.''</span></span> He said, trying to disguise the bitterness in his voice, fingers snapping. <span style="font-style: italic"><span style="color: #BFBF80">''And Iâ€™m afraid it's true.''</span></span> Solas replied back, distracted a little by the pressure on his thumb. The woman was an enigma to him. He could somehow feel that she was not happy with his decision to walk into this world; a world where these mortals sought their practices from sources unholy in the eyes of the supreme power. Some abused these practices to serve the darkness, and others to serve the light whilst many stood in between. In any case, Magick did not justify its practice in the eyes of their Maker.<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic"><span style="color: #BFBF80">"Kell, you may lead the way, please."</span></span> Solas nodded, accepting the Carpenter's welcoming invitation as he forced a smile, detaching himself from the grasp Millicient had on his hand. He placed one right palm on the small of her back, signaling her that everything will be well.</span></ul>