<ul><span style="font-family: New Times Roman;">A deep breath was drawn in when Millicient accepted to follow him into the unknown. Before exhaling, he savored the moment, held it, as if it could very well be his last. <span style="font-style: italic"><span style="font-weight: bold">"Why would you save such a species you hate?? Why??"</span></span> He remembered her question which he did not feel like having to reply to, for now. Some lone figures greeted his eyes; wandering about in small groups while he could see others standing around conversing, some greeting the Carpenter as they stepped past him. His sense of smell quickly recognized the scent of Sulfur. Some would think the Devil is dwelling within.<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">''I think I ought to stop playing with fire, heh. It always seems to end badly when I do.''</span> Distracted by the familiar voice, Solas caught sight of Turbertus who's being surrounded by couple female Mages; mayhap, trying to get some attention. At least, he seemed to be enjoying his time already. The Fallen shook his head and his lips formed a lopsided grin as he looked toward Millicient. The grin soon faded away slowly as he felt a strange bittersweet stirring in the center of his chest, yet that same bittersweet feeling seemed to have enveloped his spirit in a pleasant state of mind. <br/><br/>Suddenly, he sensed a vehement opposition and rampant emotions rising up within the woman and it jolted him back to his senses. He searched her troubled blues for something, anything to help him read what it was that bothered her. Following her gaze, quizzical eyes laid on Kell. He neared the Carpenter, Turbertus joining them. <span style="color: #BFBF80"><span style="font-style: italic">"This is a magnificent hideout, Kell. Care to tell us a little bit more about where we are? I can smell a hint of Sulfur in the air so I presumed that this sanctuary is located near a dormant volcano which can still emit sulfur fumes, or maybe, hot springs?!"</span></span> Solas looked at Millicient, a smile gracing his features. He hoped that whatever he spoke next, that she would just agree with it and play her part. He assumed that the Carpenter might wonder how the female knew about the caves, or, who exactly led her to the portal. This was a situation where lying becomes necessary.<br/><br/><span style="color: #BFBF80"><span style="font-style: italic">"This is, a good friend of mine. We have been traveling around together lately and you've probably remember her from the Tavern, a few hours ago. Our paths separated as soon as we entered the City. Rest assured Carpenter, she is one to trust"</span></span> Solas bit the inside of his bottom lip, raised one single dark brow and smiled; eyes shifting to Turbertus who will probably demand some serious explanation once the chance has been given. He mentally cursed the moment when he could have asked the female Fallen for her earthly name, but did not.</span></ul>