<div class="floatright">(http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Hmvqx2TQ0ik/TFxqamUmFsI/AAAAAAAABOc/0Y6ET1Q00nc/s1600/anime_boy1.jpg)</div>Watching intently from behind the deep cowl that hid most of his features, Mirran looked in dismay to see the half-orc leaving. He had paid no attention to the words spoken by the trio, keeping his entire attention on the half-orc. It was wonderful--for once the voices had stopped whispering to him! And now they were coming back at the edge of his consciousness like the susurrous of a angry sea kept at bay for a time, ready to come back and sweep him away back towards madness. "Wait," the word left his mouth in a murmur, drowned out by the rampant noise filling the bar. Mirran quickly rose from his seat, and went after the others.<br/><br/>Keeping thirty feet or so back from them, he squinted in the bright sunlight and tugged his hood down to shield his eyes before making his way towards them. He made no real effort to hide himself, but his small figure and his dark colors might make others ignore him, as was often the case, especially when he fell into one of his fits where all he could hear, think, feel, was the voices, and the multitude of hands with which they caressed, poked, and jabbed him. Still, even at this distance, the strange man kept the voices at bay, and Mirran felt compelled to follow him, if only to save what was left of his fragile sanity.