<div class="floatleft">(https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/564x/7b/2a/07/7b2a0723c7ba76185e522ce51fccb7d2.jpg)<div align="center"><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: georgia;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 10pt;"><strong>Adan Hathsin</strong></span></span></div></div>Intrigued to hear her own story, Adan listened intently.  At the mention of Snowdrop, he smoothed a hand along the horse’s cheek, giving him one final calming stroke before pulling away altogether.  She wanted to join them, and while he knew Corbin would approve of the idea considering he’d already asked if they could ‘keep her’ - likely for reasons he’d rather not think about, Adan wasn’t sure he was entirely comfortable with the idea.  Their journey was a dangerous one, even for a bard.<br/><br/><em>We will need to discuss this among ourselves… I will not speak for you, or her, but she will be in danger.  You know this.</em>Practical.  To the point.  He glanced to Corbin with a subtle level concern that only the demon would be able to detect, and then back toward the tavern where chaos was still erupting.  Likely with drunken patrons arming themselves with makeshift weapons before they go on a demon hunt.  “Lady Niamh,” he handed her the reins, fully confident that Snowdrop would cooperate now that the beast was subdued, “let us put the matter aside for the night and move on.  I would be honored for you to join us, but due to complicated matters, I am reluctant to accept.”  He offered her a polite smile to hide shadows in his eyes, and lifted his eyes to the sky.<br/><br/>The rain had died down, so his skin was met with a kiss of fine mist.  “Come, let’s move.”  He stepped ahead of the three, his staff making brief contact with the wet ground as he moved.<br/><br/>They put the tavern behind them, and the sounds of ruckus died off.  He looked up to see the clouds parting for the moon, eyes moving between the stars as if in search of something.  Placing two fingers between his lips, his whistle echoed into the night, flowing upward until it came back toward him in the form of an inhuman screech.<br/><br/>A figure soared into view, and once caught by a keen eye, it changed direction.  Adan never stopped moving, just as the figure never stopped descending.  There was another screech to herald its landing, followed by a gusty flap of wings that kept it balanced in the air.  Adan held up his free arm in an invitation the bird couldn’t resist, and landed upon an arm protected by thick leather.  “Good boy, Diago” he cooed, stroking the bird’s chest as it climbed up to rest on his shoulder.  Long talons gripped him, though Adan showed no sign of pain; he had the foresight to put a thin mantle of leather between his tunic and cloak.  “They gave up the pursuit; we're safe.”