<ul><span style="font-family: New Times Roman;"><span style="font-weight: bold"><span style="font-style: italic">"Aye, that he does, and the people are kept unaware. I must agree that we cannot afford a panic, but if they are not prepared, they will surely be slaughtered like the sheep they are. It is never too late to fight back, which is exactly what we do here. Come. There is much to show you.''</span></span><br/><br/>Sir Turbertus smiled broadly and responded as one large right palm came to pat Kell's shoulder. <span style="font-style: italic"><span style="color: #BFBF80">''Well then, I guess we are in agreement.''</span></span> The mortal laughed as they descended into the cave, venturing into the deepest tunnels.<br/><br/>Solas followed behind, his orbs scanned the surroundings as he delved deeper into the caves, seeking to learn more about the hideout. His eyes fixated a dozen of scholars, operating the creation of explosives, weapons and potions efficiently; delivering a fantastic productivity of this secret organization. The Fallen's eyes ventured around and a smile curled his lips as he caught sight of the constructed vent shafts. He admired the objects which were used to bring sunlight into the cavern's core interior in order to help the cultivation process of the crops. When they reached the kitchen area, Sir Turbertus stepped forward and one could read the joy on his face.<br/><br/><span style="font-weight: bold"><span style="font-style: italic">"Shall we sit, and eat as we talk? I'm sure you must be hungry..."</span></span><br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic"><span style="color: #BFBF80">''Ah, thank you, thank you. We are in your debt."</span></span> The Knight nodded to Kell and rubbed his palms together. He took a seat as the aroma of different types of food fluttered in the air, suddenly invigorating his senses. <span style="color: #BFBF80"><span style="font-style: italic">''We appreciate your kind gesture, Carpenter Kell. This sanctuary, the intelligence and wisdom I came across during my short visit amazed me."</span></span> Solas laughed slightly and looked over at Jimmy and Millicient then back at Kell. <span style="color: #BFBF80"><span style="font-style: italic">"I did not expect to see what I saw. An honest paradigm shift I must say."</span></span><br/><br/>One youngster carrying a large wooden bucket which contained warm water neared the man and paused in front of the stone table to set the large container down, then hustled away. Turbertus dipped his digits in the warm water and washed his hand. Solas pulled a chair out from under the table and smiled, casting a  glance at Millicient while she was biting her lip.<span style="color: #BFBF80"><span style="font-style: italic"> "After you, Millicient."</span></span> Her eyes conveyed an emotion that bothered him a little bit. An emotion of uneasiness, of discomfort.</span></ul>