<ul><span style="font-family: New Times Roman;">Solas watched the Carpenter as he pulled a chair to the end of their table and sat. Sir Turbertus was a little bit busy eyeing the woman that a moment ago he had invited to their table. A scent of curiosity emitted from his companion; a scent that he would consider unique in mortals.<br/><br/><span style="font-weight: bold">''What exactly is it yeh've come ta talk about, eh?"</span><br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic"><span style="font-weight: bold"><span style="color: #FFBF80">''We have come to you, Carpenter, to offer our help against the so called, Necromancer''</span></span></span> Solas began and suddenly his voice strained upon pronouncing the word <span style="font-style: italic">'Necromancer</span>' and then his words squeezed into dark silence in his throat as the female neared their table. His eyes widened in surprised as she boldly approached him but he made sure to maintain a neutral expression as he looked at her. He was now engulfed in a thin dark mist that only he could see and if there was any other being that was able to witness the invisible, supernatural mist; that would the woman. Instantly after she left to sit in another table near theirs, the mist evaporated but it also reduced the surrounding air temperature in the Tavern which made Sir Turbertus shudder inexplicably, rubbing hands over eachother.<br/><br/>Solas knew exactly when to blend in when he needed to. At times it worked against those that once inhabited the Empyrean realm; other times it was a tricky situation of Hide &amp; Seek. His thoughts momentarily drifted to the woman again. He pushed his plate away and took a long sip of his cider, carefully studying her as she began to converse with a child. Was she one to trust? Despite the few of them that had fallen, not all of them were able to live past a week after the cast. Some passed away as they succumbed to the world's sorrows , burdened by grief. That alone caused their spirits to fade away, while some surrounded themselves to earthly temptations, using whatever powers they still had to join the forces of evil, uniting against their Creator. <br/><br/>Clearing his throat, Solas places his hands on the table and crossed his fingers, eyes now fixated on the Carpenter. <span style="color: #FFBF80"><span style="font-style: italic">''I am Solas, and my companion here is Sir Turbertus. I cannot divulge more than what you need to know."</span></span> He began, maintaining a polite tone, but it came out sounding exactly the opposite. <span style="font-style: italic"><span style="color: #FFBF80">"What I mean is that, we have been told about you, and the Black Market. How and when... That is something we cannot disclose at this moment, but we're very well aware of the fact that the villages are constantly plagued by the attacks of the Black King. Alas, it is only a matter of time before the plague spreads into neighboring kingdoms and beyond. The outbreak will leave mayhem and destruction of all earthly species. This event will certainly be fatal; a point of no return, Carpenter"</span></span> Solas' eyes gleamed fiercely for a minute as he spoke to the men in a low tone of voice. The man looked at Kell, and waited for him to say something.</span></ul>