Kheldaran could feel the tension in the square building, like an approaching storm.<em>I might be able to talk it down</em>, he thought, looking at the efforts of the monks to diffuse the situation, and the increasing agitation of the guards,<em>but I suspect it's a little too late for that. Damn that woman. What was she trying to set off here.</em>He shook his head, his gaze coming back to the trio a short distance away.<em>And how do you all fit in to this little puzzle? Since the source has vanished on me, perhaps you will show me the part you play instead?</em><br/><br/>He rose from his spot at the fountain and made his way across to the trio of women, apparently nothing more than an amiable and slightly drunk old vagabond. Swaying just a little as he halted at a conversational distance, he smiled and gave a small bow towards them. "Many apologies for intruding on your conversation, oh constellation of celestial beauty." he said, voice low, and gaze moving from one to the next, before coming to a halt on Silk, "But I feel that trouble approaches, like a storm just beyond sight. While philosophers would discuss the contrast of beauty and ugliness in one, I fear that the ugliness I feel may erupt here would not be offset by your beauty. I hope that you might take heed of my water and the trouble I feel in my words." He paused for a moment, eyes darting to one side and lips moving as he seemed to mentally replay his last words, before turning his gaze back to the women again.  "Uh ... or something like that anyway. But we should still go. Yes, we should go."<br/><br/>He reached into his pouch and held his hand outwards them. "Would anyone like an orange?"<br/>