As the fourth man approached and the announcement to begin drinking was exclaimed, Millicent groaned, her left palm pulling up to wipe at her eyes. She did not overhear Kell's reply to discuss things at a later and different setting, however the display now of 'manliness' showed with an obvious resound that this man was not about to discuss anything.<br/><br/>Honestly, she did not even know what compelled her to sit here, and reminded herself it was to find out what she herself needed; who was heading home with her.<br/><br/>She had some ideas, but they mattered little in the large scope of things, simply because the individual had to die in physicality before she could intervene.<br/><br/>Jimmy, she had noticed, continued to literally copy-cat Kell, and this amused her. She would notice him sitting upright, his facial gestures mimicking the man, and she bit her tongue many times to stifle a giggle. Too cute he was, and she knew he would grow into a fine man one day, and succeed with prosper.<br/><br/>As the drinks were brought to their table and placed down with a hearty thump in front of each gent and herself, Millicent took another look at Jimmy. He did not belong here, at all, and her concern for this boy was high. She feared for him in this entire town, and vowed to ensure his safety during her stay.<br/><br/>As her eyes watched his continual acting, a sudden strike hits her behind her sternum. As if a heart attack with no warning, this was an internal surge that simply took over and grabbed at her heart; the feeling as if it were being pulled from her body. In reaction, she sits up at attention, dragging in a deep breath, her left hand now slapping against her chest as if to keep her heart inside. Her chest literally wrenches outward as her back arches inward, and her eyes now lower and close.<br/><br/>She has had this feeling before, and very recently before entering this town. She had no idea from where it came or why, but it was not pleasant.<br/><br/>Naturally, the past dictates the future. Have you ever wondered if possibly, the future dictates the past?<br/><br/>As this a simple flashback, a simple reminder of a past long forgotten, her physical form in such a future is quickly fading. And reminding her now of this. However, she is blind to this fact. She simply sees this as a sign to be elsewhere, and that something else in this day and age needs addressed. And quickly. This feeling came over her in the town wretched by Goblins, and as soon as she had left it, the feeling faded away. Now back, this she took as a meaning that she was not on track for her delivery of sorts.<br/><br/>She coughs sharply, palms pushing against the top of their table, forcing her body to stand, right hand pulling up to pass over her features and try to right herself.<br/><br/>The pain begins to dull slightly and she speaks hoarsely to the four men at the roundtable, "I'll be on my way, thank you for the company." Her eyes pull up, examining Kell's most recent guest that ordered the drinks; he appearing as no threat or necessity to her whatsoever. Then Kell, too mysterious, hiding so much, she felt such death and doom around his soul that he reeked from it. Whether by intention or lack of, this man was shady at best in her opinion. The companion to Solas, sitting there gulping down his drink, was a simple pawn in the game of life here, and she spent little time eyeballing him.<br/><br/>Solas, the Fallen, undoubtedly if he passes he is a target. His soul would be difficult to acquire, but doable. She has before. Fighters they are, even in physical death. She is unsure if he is the one she is here for, and will not know until the body hits the ground. However, the souls of Fallens must be taken and disposed of. Left unclaimed they cause too much destruction; as they are already bitter beings. She will wait his fate, and be prepared.<br/><br/>Her eyes meet his and she simply stares into the doorway he offers. She shudders and again her chest aches sharply, causing an audible gasp, then looks away. Her hands falls to her sides and she pushes past Kell's buddy, moving behind Kell; her right palm pulling up to cup Jimmy's left cheek, she bends towards him and offers a gentle kiss on top of his head, and a whispered prayer. "be safe this night, Jimmy, do not wander alone".<br/><br/>Quickly she moves towards the main door, her left hand again pulling up to push against her sternum, and opens it with her free hand. The rush of air causes her hair to 'woosh' behind her frame as she steps out and inhales deeply. This already refreshes her senses and clears her head.<br/><br/>Immediately she sees the gent from the other table outside and screaming about theft, she sees the injured figure, the gent yelling for a woman named "Isolde", whom she assumes is the woman he was inside with, and then him running towards the figure. Millicent can only stare at this, and again another groan.<br/><br/>The damnation surrounding this place is thick and heavy upon her soul. Her head shakes violently as she steps from the tavern and into the dark cobblestoned street. She does not wish to be here, to do this. Too long in delivering and capturing the dead and damned. Too much she has seen in a world she tries to protect and yet questions why this should even be done.<br/><br/>Perhaps this mindset of hers is what, in the end, causes her own damnation. Her own thoughts of leaving these people to their own demise and destruction, for allowing the bad to overtake the good, is what gave Him the power to overtake her in the future. Perhaps it is why she ended up outcast, as Solas has been; simply because she gave up.<br/><br/>Mind you, not an easy job and certainly not all that rewarding when it boils down to the basics. After so long, even the most positive and pure of souls, simply cave in and give up, especially when put into a world where it seems that the darkness rules the light. It's overwhelming and causes such bitterness that only her Maker himself could possibly forgive and stay pure in.<br/><br/>Millicent is forbidden to intervene in the natural order of things in this realm, she cannot change the fate nor interfere with it; that is grounds for her own immediate death. She can, however, offer a bit of help as long as it is a positive gesture. The man yelled of theft, and obviously from the exasperated limp of the figure he is chasing, he will catch them. A little help never hurts, though. Mill inhales deeply, cringing with a squeak as she does so against the pain in her chest, and then forcefully exhales towards the figure the man is after. Her abilities to manipulate the elements for a brief time is always an enjoyment to her being, and the sharp gust of strong wind she bellows in the direction of the feet of the figure should be enough to cause a trip or to, if they aren't fast enough on their feet.<br/><br/>There, she helped and gave a good deed; she thought to herself.<br/><br/>As she slowly walks towards the main gates, to see the carnage on the outskirts of them, to make certain no dark souls reside within that deathly mess to collect upon that could be the One she is sent for, she presses her feelings back down and rights her thinking. She has a job to do, and hopefully one of those bodies outside of this gate is the one that harbors who she has been sent for.<br/><br/>She just wants to go home, and forget this place, the darkness is just too much for her to accept; it is their fault it is here. In her opinion, let them suffer, and suffer they shall.