'How very fustrating.'<br/><br/>That was the first thought following the goblin salesman finding them long before they found him.  Not a good start, but not a terribly surprising one.  The twisting of thin lips into a grimace follows the impromptu splitting of the squad, though the heavy lines in his forehead soften when he spots the beckoning twist of the Forsaken's wrist, hidden behind the small of his back as his other hand settles on the troll's.<br/><br/>Several seconds past as Ash watches the departing forms, before he follows them through the thinning crowd.  He fights back the growing sense of urgency, forcing trust for these strangers.  He, even with his beard and clothes and the other minor details taken to disguise himself, spoke too earnestly of his soldier background in stiff back and broad shoulders.  Though soldiers were known to be some of the brothel's customers, it was usually only the officers who warranted it.  He had heard stories of this place, though, whispered conversation behind closed doors of the delicious decadence offered by one greenskin; a delightfully sinful place that only improved with the cataclysm.  Now, as the Arch-Mage informed them, no one was safe... and the more innocent they were, the more desirable target they made.<br/><br/>The priest's fingers crackled with holy-inspired magic as he turned a corner, pulling himself up short as he spots the burly troll whose physical presence dwarfed his own.  Scowling, for just the briefest of seconds, the priest forced tense muscles to uncoil as he leaned up against the nearest wall and drew snuff from a small box, pinching the powder between his fingers.<br/><br/>'Don't mind me, just somebody who doesn't belong.'  Ash thought as he stuck the black leaves behind his gums, 'Just waiting for an unlikely rescue.'<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>