<span style="color: #FF0000">Fenharel chuckled a little. "Civilized? I mean I think that's what I was initially trying to be..."<br/><br/>He followed Tasia, Ingirun, and Yarl out of the tavern and back into the smithy, where Tasia explained everything he had been wondering about. It was almost a relief to finally know what was going on, even though the news were grim. <br/><br/>"Doesn't really sound like the kind of job you turn down," he responded. He paused for another moment. "And I know someone else who can help..." his voice got more quiet and trailed off near the end of the sentence, his mind wandering away and thinking of Ellaria, a girl he had rescued from an alchemist's unethical laboratory where he had experimented on her. He hoped, at least, that she was still alive.</span>