<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>Adan considered Corbin’s words, and gave the equivalent of a mental disgruntled grumble as he came to a few unsavory conclusions.  Corbin wanted female company, she wanted to be with them, and he was left feeling like the nay-sayer.  Being the practical one had it's faults, especially when more people were affected by the end result.  The hand not wielding his staff stroked along Diago’s dark feathers when Niamh addressed his talent and, sensing they were talking about him, the bird turned its head to regard her with one black beady eye.<br/><br/>“Ah, yes.  A gift from my mother.”  Not the only one; there was still plenty of untapped power inside him that he was too frightened to seek.  That was a box he’d rather not open just yet… there came too much responsibility with utilizing the kind of magics his mother had, and he wasn’t confident enough in himself to take risks.  He was not his mother.  He would never become his mother.  No matter how much she called to him… or what she promised him…<br/><br/>Corbin voiced Adan’s concerns which made him feel better, although Niamh’s flirtation toward the demon made him relieved that they were walking behind him.  It wasn’t coloring of his face that concerned him, but rather the curiosity, the heat, that would be in his eyes.  Perhaps it was the rush that the tavern fight gave him, or the sense of a new adventure… It had been a long time since he was in the company of a woman who interested him; her beauty and wit certainly hadn’t gone unnoticed by the young mage.  He held back from delving deeper into his thoughts as she began her attempt at persuading them that she was up to the task, and in the end, Adan capitulated.<br/><br/>“I cannot make the decision for you, much as I’d like to persuade you otherwise.  You are welcome to join us, my lady.  Just know that what we may face will be more dangerous than climbing out of windows and hiding in a dark alley.”  He glanced over his shoulder at her, away from the bird, and offered a sincere smile.  He wasn't saying that just to dissuade her, but he wasn't sure how to properly convey the danger they may encounter in the journey ahead.  “Though I suppose if we are going to be doing anything noteworthy it would be beneficial to have a bard.”<br/><br/><em>Though I suppose you will give her plenty of ribald tales to include in her accounts.  Just try not to scare her away.</em>Adan teased mentally.  And, as an afterthought...<em>Fiend.</em>