"Mah whole life was there..."Fenneil whispered with remorse, knowing full well that he could be the only survivor of that unfortunate town, mainly for not being there when cruel fate grasped Sunderfall in its cold clutches. His heart grew heavier than ever before, the weight of the journey he had undertaken seeming to start to come down all at once....Until Rain mentioned the rumors of magic being the tool to spirit his loved ones and fellows away. He couldn't hide the spark of hope that he was getting closer to finding them as he shot up like some unseen force had breathed life into him. His eyes no longer had that exhausted look about them, but now filled with renewed vigor and determination!<br/><br/>The smithy was hanging on the edge of Rain's words, wanting to hear everything she had to saw...but then felt a soft touch upon his unarmored shoulder. He turned around, a sheepish blush crossing his face, thinking that it was someone else also trying to go up the stairs to their room...When he came face to face with Naomi. "Sorry, didn't mean to...."He trailed off when Naomi spoke of her purpose for her intrusion in the conversation, listening to her words. Fenn noticed she looked to be the fightin' type, another warrior coming to see the bard.'<em>Well....she really brings the fighters to her...huh.'</em>,Fenn thought, about to tell Naomi where Rain was until the woman herself spoke up.<br/><br/>Fenn leaned more into the carved railing, trying to distance himself from the latent rage erupting from Rain at Naomi, or well, at this "Daemion" she mentioned....But it wasn't worth getting in the middle of an upset lady. He had seen that enough back home to not even want to get involved. The railing creaked under his weight as he tried to to out of the way as much as possible, only to grip tightly to the rail again, this time to catch himself when he was addressed by Rain.<br/><br/>Fenneil bit his lip, wanting so desperately to hear more...but...Rain was right, they would have plenty of time to talk this over, and what Naomi had to say to Rain was probably very important."Ah understand and Ah thank ya for your help...Ah'll leave you nice folk to your business then."The smithy said with a smile of gratitude to the bard. He then turned to make his way back down the wooden stairs, squeezing by Naomi with a quick but polite, "Pardon me, ma'am." The smithy then quickly, with the renewed energy of a man on a mission, raced out the door to gather the things he needed to get. He still had most of his own gear, and needed only rations and a few minor items to get him ready for the road once more.<br/><br/>It took Fenneil a bit of time to gather what he needed, but that didn't damper his newly lit spirit. Disturbing the dust upon the<br/>large streets of the city as arrived at the meeting destination, the stables. It seemed that Belrac had been the first one...along with some unknown man. The smithy didn't pay it too much mind, since it was a stable, and the man was probably a traveler like they were. Now it was just a matter of time before the journey would truly begin...