<ul><span style="font-family: New Times Roman;">Sir Turbertus neared his companion and shook his head in disapprobation. <span style="font-style: italic"><span style="color: #BFBF80">''This is unbelievable, Carpenter. You do not believe that we're responsible for what happened, now, do you?''</span></span><br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic"><span style="color: #BFBF80">''Carpenter, if you may calm down for a moment, and allow me to talk.''</span></span> Solas neared the man and fixated his eyes on him. <span style="font-style: italic"><span style="color: #BFBF80">''I speak the truth. You are jumping into conclusion. Now, for the sake of this City you listen to me, Kell. You have nothing to fear. The woman is not of this world and your secret location will not be divulged to anybody. You are safe, your men are safe. Threatening us will lead you nowhere for we have come in peace.''</span></span> <br/><br/>The Fallen turned to look at his companion, and then shifted an unrelenting expression to Kell as his voice lowered, shock and displeasure set in. <span style="color: #BFBF80"><span style="font-style: italic">''I have to disapprove with you. I will not bring you the girl for she is out of reach. You or your people are none of her concern and the least of her worries I must say. She's here for the Necromancer, and the Necromancer alone. You can either trust us Carpenter or deal with this situation alone. I'm offering you freewill. You must, Kell, must consider the gravity of the situation. We are not your enemy.''</span></span><br/><br/>A quiet mumble escaped Solas as he shook his head and took a step back, crossing his arms. <span style="color: #BFBF80"><span style="font-style: italic">''Aid is on its way -- Twenty thousand men to fight by your side. You take it, or leave it.''</span></span></span></ul>