“Of course, ask me anything,” Rain coaxed as she turned to face the much too pale man. The issue was one of nerves, she was sure far more than an physical sickness. The fellow obviously had something dire on his mind. His question confirmed her suspicions and she took a moment to think about what he had asked. The name seemed vaguely familiar, but it took her bit to remember why. She bit her lip and looked away.<br/><br/>“You had family there,” She guessed, wracking her brain for the best way to tell him the things she had heard, the whispers among the Court Wizards of a powerful burst of magic that correlated with the disappearance of everyone who had been within the town. “I know nothing for certain, only what has been whispered amongst the mages of my acquaintance. There was magic involved. That is all that I can be sure of.-” She was about to offer condolences, and to speak with him more about the most common theories gathered by those that had actually gone to investigate the place themselves when a blond woman pushed past him looking for none other than herself.<br/><br/>“I am Rain,” She said softly, looking the woman over to take her measure. She was a good deal taller than Rain herself, and strong. The lean, swift sort of strong, or so her build would suggest. She held herself like a warrior. “What message has that faithless man sent you to relay to me?” She demanded, voice rising in barely suppressed anger. “Or is he convinced that I'm so helpless and innocent that without some hand picked bodyguard I stand no chance?” She shook her head and held up a hand forestalling any answer to her questions before the woman could give one. She was in the middle of something. Anything Daemion had started could wait.<br/><br/>Her anger and rude behavior gave her pause then and she took a deep breath attempting to calm herself. It wasn't Naomi's fault that Daemion was scum, whatever he'd contracted her for. She shouldn't be taking out her anger with the man on this woman. It wasn't right, or fair. After a few breaths, she made herself relax. “I'll speak with you more on that later Fenneil,” She promised, glancing around the common room to see that only Neniel still remained. The dwarf, it seemed, had already left the building. “There will be much more time for tales when we're on the road and have need of them.”<br/>She returned her amber gaze to the blond then, visible calmer.<br/><br/>“Why were you sent to me?”<br/><br/><hr/><br/>Daemion was half way through saddling his stallion, Shalom, when he saw the oddest thing happened. A dwarf walked into the stables. It was highly rare that dwarfs rode anything, much less horses. What was so battered and battle hardened one doing here then?<br/><br/>“Hello,” He called out congenially. “What brings you to the stables today?” Blue eyes twinkled at the dwarf as he brushed long white blond hair back behind his ear to get a better look at the odd creature. He'd never been overly fond of dwarfs, they were much to dower of his liking, but it never hurt to be polite, especially when you were hoping to get out of town without anyone noticing you had.