Their path continued onward, more faces turned away and a strange silence fell over the folk as they passed.  Whispers sprang up behind them, but there was no word as they watched her being taken.<br/><br/>They moved trough the square, with the large sprawling tavern where Felicity had been before... back when she'd still been innocent.  The hush reached even there, and several patrons came out to see and watch.<br/><br/>And that's when an ever so familiar face appeared.  Youthful, with a thin blond stubble on his cheeks and slightly longer growth of bread adorning his chin.  Blond hair just long enough to be unruly and tousled and those eyes of pure soft blue.  Owen, come recently to the Baron's service from the capital where he'd learned his skill with blade and bow and horse as a squire but had not taken the vows to enter the temple knights...  Who had made such suggestions in Felicity's ear.  Who had touched her lips with his own.<br/><br/>He had taken several steps before his fellow guardsmen shook off enough of their wine to try and move to grab him and stop him.  He shook them off, leaving one in the dirt and the other stumbling back.  It was then that Brom stopped and turned to watch the young man stalk forward, his eyes blazing and his features twisted into an expression of shook and fury.